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Corpse Wrangler
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Well that certainly didn't go according to plan.
Mobile Fighter Evangelion [NGE/AU/Not a Gundam crossover]
- Thread starter Ultra Sonic 007
- Start date
Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Eat shit, Sakamura.
31.13, in which YOU get a cultist, and YOU get a cultist, and EVERYONE gets a cultist!
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Smoke and fire erupted across the Hakone region.
Almost all of it, however, was occurring outside of Tokyo-3.
In a single moment of treachery, the entire operation to subjugate NERV fell into chaos.
Within the field office at Mt. Fuji, General Sakamura watched in growing horror as the front line of their assault collapsed into confusion and havoc. "What…" A pitched aerial battle began to break out as helicopter gunships, controlled by the cultists, opened fire on the ranks of the loyal; before long, more gunships and Heavy Fighter Jet VTOLs fought back. The sky flickered with tracers and missiles, accompanied by burning metal and acrid smoke. "…the hell…?!" Snarling, Sakamura stomped towards a nearby communications officer, ripping the handset away and opening a line to the Pacific Fleet. "This is General Sakamura; we have a situation! Those damn cultists have started attacking us instead of NERV! Commence your end of the operation!" Turning towards his other subordinates, the General roared, "focus, men! We need to regroup and break through to Tokyo-3!"
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/Bridge of USS Harry S. Truman, UN Pacific Fleet TF-12, Odawara-2 Naval Port, Shores of Sagami Bay, Japan/
"We've received word from General Sakamura. His forces are currently preoccupied, so we will begin our attack on Tokyo-3. If any units in the Central Army attack you, then they are likely cultists and are to be considered hostile."
The words of Fleet Admiral Bradley were sobering. Though, what did they expect, using damned Angel worshippers on the frontlines? "With all due respect sir, this whole situation is suspect. I don't want to risk any of our men until we have a handle on exactly what we're up against."
"I am…uncertain," said Admiral Shinya Akumura, his gaunt face looking unusually stern, even through the monitor. "Although subjugating NERV is still the operation's ultimate objective, this sudden reversal warrants caution."
Fleet Admiral Bradley – his grim visage heightened by slick black hair and an eyepatch covering his left eye – glared with every measure of wrath he was known for. "We have our objective, and we must not falter. To delay any further will only result in more people dying."
But that's missing the point. "Our intelligence reports on NERV-1 and Gendo Ikari keep changing, to the point of contradicting what we received an hour before. I cannot in good conscience advocate following the operation. Not now."
"Your concerns are noted. But we have our mission, and time is of the essence." Bradley glanced off-screen, gesturing toward one of his associates. "Send the word to every commanding officer in the Fleet. We are moving out-!"
Bang!
A single gunshot rang out, and the side of the Fleet Admiral's head burst open into a bloody flower. Outraged shouts and scuffling could be heard, but it didn't ease the icy feeling that slowly gripped Admiral Ackerson's heart. What…what is happening?
Moments later, a disheveled officer came on screen, a blond with green eyes. The man wiped a bit of blood from his nose, saying, "This is Captain Robert Maxwell. Fleet Admiral Bradley is down…" The Captain glanced off-screen. "…and according to Communications, we have small-arms fire being reported throughout several ships in the Fleet."
"…I see." Nathaniel Ackerson huffed, glancing at the separate monitor showing Admiral Akumura from aboard the JDS Kurama. "Admiral Akumura; my thoughts on the matter are clear. What is your recommended course of action?
The Admiral stared back in relative silence, an odd look in his eyes. "My recommendation?"
Almost all of it, however, was occurring outside of Tokyo-3.
In a single moment of treachery, the entire operation to subjugate NERV fell into chaos.
Within the field office at Mt. Fuji, General Sakamura watched in growing horror as the front line of their assault collapsed into confusion and havoc. "What…" A pitched aerial battle began to break out as helicopter gunships, controlled by the cultists, opened fire on the ranks of the loyal; before long, more gunships and Heavy Fighter Jet VTOLs fought back. The sky flickered with tracers and missiles, accompanied by burning metal and acrid smoke. "…the hell…?!" Snarling, Sakamura stomped towards a nearby communications officer, ripping the handset away and opening a line to the Pacific Fleet. "This is General Sakamura; we have a situation! Those damn cultists have started attacking us instead of NERV! Commence your end of the operation!" Turning towards his other subordinates, the General roared, "focus, men! We need to regroup and break through to Tokyo-3!"
xxxx
/Bridge of USS Harry S. Truman, UN Pacific Fleet TF-12, Odawara-2 Naval Port, Shores of Sagami Bay, Japan/
"We've received word from General Sakamura. His forces are currently preoccupied, so we will begin our attack on Tokyo-3. If any units in the Central Army attack you, then they are likely cultists and are to be considered hostile."
The words of Fleet Admiral Bradley were sobering. Though, what did they expect, using damned Angel worshippers on the frontlines? "With all due respect sir, this whole situation is suspect. I don't want to risk any of our men until we have a handle on exactly what we're up against."
"I am…uncertain," said Admiral Shinya Akumura, his gaunt face looking unusually stern, even through the monitor. "Although subjugating NERV is still the operation's ultimate objective, this sudden reversal warrants caution."
Fleet Admiral Bradley – his grim visage heightened by slick black hair and an eyepatch covering his left eye – glared with every measure of wrath he was known for. "We have our objective, and we must not falter. To delay any further will only result in more people dying."
But that's missing the point. "Our intelligence reports on NERV-1 and Gendo Ikari keep changing, to the point of contradicting what we received an hour before. I cannot in good conscience advocate following the operation. Not now."
"Your concerns are noted. But we have our mission, and time is of the essence." Bradley glanced off-screen, gesturing toward one of his associates. "Send the word to every commanding officer in the Fleet. We are moving out-!"
Bang!
A single gunshot rang out, and the side of the Fleet Admiral's head burst open into a bloody flower. Outraged shouts and scuffling could be heard, but it didn't ease the icy feeling that slowly gripped Admiral Ackerson's heart. What…what is happening?
Moments later, a disheveled officer came on screen, a blond with green eyes. The man wiped a bit of blood from his nose, saying, "This is Captain Robert Maxwell. Fleet Admiral Bradley is down…" The Captain glanced off-screen. "…and according to Communications, we have small-arms fire being reported throughout several ships in the Fleet."
"…I see." Nathaniel Ackerson huffed, glancing at the separate monitor showing Admiral Akumura from aboard the JDS Kurama. "Admiral Akumura; my thoughts on the matter are clear. What is your recommended course of action?
The Admiral stared back in relative silence, an odd look in his eyes. "My recommendation?"
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31.14, in which Gendo says 'All according to keikaku.' (Translator's note: 'keikaku' means 'plan'.)
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Oh, but it most certainly did.
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This entire scenario had been unforeseen by the military; the probability of the cultists turning against the UN, given the prospect of continuing their crusade against NERV, had been deemed extremely low, almost nonexistent.
A shame that what you didn't know, could indeed kill you.
This was something that the Supreme Commander of NERV knew very well.
xxxx
/February 2, 2016/
/Section 2 Interrogation Chambers, NERV-1, Geofront, Tokyo-3/
"Also, I lied earlier," said Gendo Ikari. "My sole purpose here was to gloat."
Major Daigo Higurashi snarled. "I hate you so much."
"You're at least the ten-thousandth person to tell me that to my face. Congratulations again."
"Stop clapping."
"No."
The cheerful music playing suddenly included a long applause line. Abruptly, Gendo stopped clapping, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a piece of paper. Calmly, he slid it over towards Daigo Higurashi.
The Major frowned, looking warily at his captor.
The Supreme Commander mouthed, 'read it.'
Scowling, Higurashi leaned over, looking carefully at the handwritten message.
Even though the cameras are down, the audio sensors are not. I dare not say these words aloud.
He looked up, arching an eyebrow.
Gendo mouthed, 'keep reading'.
So he did.
Your efforts were well-coordinated, and well-planned. Unfortunately, your ultimate goal - the destruction of NERV - was never in the cards. At best, you would have killed me, and that would have been just fine for our true enemies.
Your informant spoke of the Illuminati. A cute choice of words, but the truth is no less significant. NERV is controlled from the shadows by a group called SEELE, and they have a nefarious agenda involving the Angels. Their public front is the Human Instrumentality Committee.
For the time being, they tolerate me because of of my track record against the Angels. Little does the world know, the Angels attacking thus far are mere remnants of ADAM, the First Angel; with each one that is destroyed, the more that ADAM regenerates. Once all of the Angels are destroyed, ADAM will be whole, and SEELE will make their move.
Locked deep within this base are ADAM and LILITH; that much is true. Despite any outward pretenses, I am opposed to SEELE's agenda, and they are well aware of this. Ultimately, once ADAM is whole, they will redirect every resource at their disposal to subjugate NERV and reclaim ADAM and LILITH. They will abuse their power, unmake our world, and remake it in their own image. I refuse to let that happen.
You have a choice. Despite my words, you and your fellow Angel worshippers will be deemed too useful to execute: the military would absolutely love to have an 'expendable' group of soldiers, and SEELE would view your zealous hatred of NERV as an asset. Make no mistake: when the time comes, it will be you and yours that will be on the front lines. However...you can help stop that.
Help me keep SEELE from destroying the world, and you will save ADAM and LILITH in turn.
Your informant spoke of the Illuminati. A cute choice of words, but the truth is no less significant. NERV is controlled from the shadows by a group called SEELE, and they have a nefarious agenda involving the Angels. Their public front is the Human Instrumentality Committee.
For the time being, they tolerate me because of of my track record against the Angels. Little does the world know, the Angels attacking thus far are mere remnants of ADAM, the First Angel; with each one that is destroyed, the more that ADAM regenerates. Once all of the Angels are destroyed, ADAM will be whole, and SEELE will make their move.
Locked deep within this base are ADAM and LILITH; that much is true. Despite any outward pretenses, I am opposed to SEELE's agenda, and they are well aware of this. Ultimately, once ADAM is whole, they will redirect every resource at their disposal to subjugate NERV and reclaim ADAM and LILITH. They will abuse their power, unmake our world, and remake it in their own image. I refuse to let that happen.
You have a choice. Despite my words, you and your fellow Angel worshippers will be deemed too useful to execute: the military would absolutely love to have an 'expendable' group of soldiers, and SEELE would view your zealous hatred of NERV as an asset. Make no mistake: when the time comes, it will be you and yours that will be on the front lines. However...you can help stop that.
Help me keep SEELE from destroying the world, and you will save ADAM and LILITH in turn.
Daigo Higurashi looked up, eyes narrow with suspicion. Does he honestly believe that I'll buy this? However...now that he thought about it, a few things made sense. We were guaranteed that the Evangelions would not be a factor in our invasion...and yet they were. There was just enough of a sliver of doubt to make Ikari's words seem plausible.
The music and applause came to an end, and Gendo stood up. "I hope you'll enjoy death row. Good day, Major."
"...hmph. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh?"
"I refuse to lie down and accept death; my crusade against you will never end." Let's wait this out and see what happens. "I will cooperate with the military. But our cause is righteous."
"...so you say. But at least you're sensible." The Supreme Commander turned on his heel, exiting the cell. "After all...death creates nothing."
And so it had gone from there.
Daigo Higurashi had cooperated with the JSSDF. He had spoken freely, while holding back some information (after all, he wasn't stupid), and those identified as cultists had been dealt with: the commissioned officers had been isolated and removed from command decisions, while the enlisted had been transferred and consolidated into distinct units. All the while, Daigo and his fellow true believers had disseminated rumors about SEELE, and that NERV was actually protecting ADAM and LILITH.
Even if it had only been playing along at first, world events had made Gendo Ikari's words more and more plausible. Plans had been quietly made by the leadership of LILITH's Legion and the fellow cults, trying to account for different scenarios.
Time passed, and more Angels had been defeated. Half of Berlin-2 had vanished in fire. World opinion had slowly - almost inexorably - turned against NERV. The UN had made plans to assault NERV-1, for the 'sake of humanity'. The Defense Minister, who had long been a supporter of Ikari and NERV, had inexplicably become downright hostile.
And then, there had been the Broadcast. Ikari's declaration of defiance. Footage of LILITH, whole. Of ADAM...whole.
On that evening, Daigo Higurashi had been utterly flummoxed, and in disbelief over how things had gone. And yet...it made sense.
Despite his current status of incarcerated-in-all-but-name, he had managed to send a message through discreet means. He had not been the only one to do so, as the various Angelic cults needed to make a decision.
Higurashi had no idea who his message would eventually reach.
xxxx
For on the night of April 14, at Odawara-2, a four-star officer within the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force read a slip of paper from a trusted agent. An initial review of the data leaked regarding SEELE and the Instrumentality Project had already been conducted; on the face of it, Ikari's words had been legitimate.
To think I'm in this position, thought the man with a stern frown. However...in the grand scheme of things, the UN operation could not be allowed to go through. Mizugumi, Sakamura...I'm sorry. But our country's survival depends on NERV, now. Even though e-mail was not as secure as a physical message delivered to a designated drop point, time was of the essence. Thus, the man opened a message and sent it to the few that he trusted within the Defense Ministry. It was a simple, one-sentence message: Send the word.
And so it had.
Thus did Shinya Akumura, Admiral of the JMSDF, and Grand Marshall of the Light of the Divine, throw a gigantic wrench into SEELE's plans.
xxxx
/Bridge of USS Harry S. Truman, UN Pacific Fleet TF-12, Odawara-2 Naval Port, Shores of Sagami Bay, Japan/
"My recommendation?" Akumura closed his eyes, in obvious deep thought. Finally, he said, "we cannot commence with the operation. Not while we have cultists that have infiltrated the Fleet."
Admiral Ackerson nodded. "My thoughts exactly. We can't risk our own weapons being turned against us."
"I will notify General Sakamura that, for the time being, he will not be receiving reinforcements."
xxxx
/Reserve Command Deck, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"...no, the MAGI aren't malfunctioning. The Central Army seems to be fighting itself, and the UN Pacific Fleet is on an apparent security lockdown," said Maya Ibuki, eyes wide with surprise.
Misato Katsuragi blinked. "...well, a gift is a gift! Keep up with the defensive preparations! If anything slips past our defensive lines, we need to be ready!"
As the command staff continued their preparations, Kozou Fuyutsuki turned a dry eye towards Gendo Ikari. "...you had a hand in this, didn't you?"
Gendo smirked.
"...how?"
"I believe I'll leave you guessing on that one."
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CalumTraveler
Age Raveler
- Location
- Corner of No and Where.
Oh Gendo, you cheeky little table turner! XD Every little piece of the puzzle fits into a grander scheme, doesn't it? XD
31.15, in which Mana utters the words "Super Mode."
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Sakamura's Field Office, Eastern Slopes of Mt. Fuji/
"…this is not helping," snarled Hiroki Sakamura, his hand threatening to crush the handset.
"My decision stands, Sakamura. I will not risk the Fleet turning on itself."
"Akumura-!"
"Focus on your own objectives, General."
"…very well, Admiral." The absolute IDIOCY! He should be seeing the big picture here! Growling, Sakamura turned towards his subordinates. "We're launching the second wave early. We need to quell the SHOCK units before they throw the entire order of battle into disarray. Commence bombardment of Tokyo-3!"
xxxx
/Reserve Command Deck, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"Aerial units are starting to intrude upon Tokyo-3 airspace. We have long-range artillery incoming!" said Aoba.
"Aim all missile batteries in Groups A through D and open fire," commanded Misato. "Ritsuko, have MELCHIOR direct the remaining Defender Gundams in a staggered formation near the ground. We need to hold off the ground offensive as long as possible!"
"Already on it."
Misato glanced over her shoulder, staring at the Head of the JET ALONE Project. "So. This upgrade of yours. Will it be up to snuff?"
Tokita smirked. "You'll see."
"Well, we'll find out one way or another, because we're deploying the Jet Alone to the surface."
As the command staff continued their frenzied monitoring of the impending assault, Gendo Ikari quietly stood up from his seat, heading towards the exit. Kozou Fuyutsuki calmly asked, "going somewhere?"
"Just preparing a contingency."
"I see. I suppose you know what you're doing."
The Professor grinned wryly. "If you say so."
xxxx
/Geofront, Tokyo-3, Japan/
The Burning Gundam slowly ascended into the air, approaching the hole that led to the surface of Tokyo-3 proper. Within the cockpit of the Jet Alone, Mana Kirishima had a strange, almost-giddy smile on her face. "So. Into the breach again."
"Indeed," replied Mayumi Yamagishi, her eyes darting back and forth from the monitors detailing enemy units. The entire map of Hakone was overlaid with red dots, vastly overwhelming the friendly blue units. Yellow dots designated the forces of the Central Army that had turned against their fellows, 'SHOCK units' according to the information gleaned from military communications. "Remember not to target anyone designated as an Angel worshipper. They are an ally in this conflict…which is very odd for me to say."
"Given what happened in February? Probably, but I don't care. If they want to help, I'll take it."
"…I suppose, in the end, your point of view was correct. Here we are, facing humans. In the end…perhaps the struggle was always fated to continue."
"Well, duh." Mana shrugged, her bodysuit bearing far more cables and nodes as a result of the upgrade. "But you know…it is what it is. Besides, they're probably gonna deploy nephilim too. To be honest…if I was the one calling the shots, I probably wouldn't be that much different."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I mean…I'm kinda screwed up. I like fighting, and I love kicking ass." The silver-haired nephilim grinned at the images coming through her helmet: the sky was awash with tracer fire and missile contrails, with various aircraft launching rockets into the city. NERV's defensive batteries were valiantly firing back, but the Central Army's long-range artillery were slowly whittling away at them. In the distance, at the various highways connecting Tokyo-3 with the rest of Japan, a proverbial deluge of armored vehicles was beginning to break through, in spite of spirited resistance from the cultists and the Defender Gundams. Fire and sulfur, smoke and rubble, blood and metal…truly, it was war. "At least these guys have a decent reason to fight. They think they're stopping the end of the world."
"...you've changed, haven't you. That's a much more mature outlook."
Mana scoffed. "Eh, don't be like that. You're gonna make me change my mind."
Mayumi giggled. "If you say so, sister." Her fingers blurred over her control panels. "Beginning the activation sequence."
"Got it." The Burning Gundam slowed to a stop, now visible above the Tokyo-3 skyline. They were now an open target, and that was exactly the point. "Let's show these poor bastards what a real war machine is! SUPER MODE: ENGAGE!"
"…this is not helping," snarled Hiroki Sakamura, his hand threatening to crush the handset.
"My decision stands, Sakamura. I will not risk the Fleet turning on itself."
"Akumura-!"
"Focus on your own objectives, General."
"…very well, Admiral." The absolute IDIOCY! He should be seeing the big picture here! Growling, Sakamura turned towards his subordinates. "We're launching the second wave early. We need to quell the SHOCK units before they throw the entire order of battle into disarray. Commence bombardment of Tokyo-3!"
xxxx
/Reserve Command Deck, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"Aerial units are starting to intrude upon Tokyo-3 airspace. We have long-range artillery incoming!" said Aoba.
"Aim all missile batteries in Groups A through D and open fire," commanded Misato. "Ritsuko, have MELCHIOR direct the remaining Defender Gundams in a staggered formation near the ground. We need to hold off the ground offensive as long as possible!"
"Already on it."
Misato glanced over her shoulder, staring at the Head of the JET ALONE Project. "So. This upgrade of yours. Will it be up to snuff?"
Tokita smirked. "You'll see."
"Well, we'll find out one way or another, because we're deploying the Jet Alone to the surface."
As the command staff continued their frenzied monitoring of the impending assault, Gendo Ikari quietly stood up from his seat, heading towards the exit. Kozou Fuyutsuki calmly asked, "going somewhere?"
"Just preparing a contingency."
"I see. I suppose you know what you're doing."
The Professor grinned wryly. "If you say so."
xxxx
/Geofront, Tokyo-3, Japan/
The Burning Gundam slowly ascended into the air, approaching the hole that led to the surface of Tokyo-3 proper. Within the cockpit of the Jet Alone, Mana Kirishima had a strange, almost-giddy smile on her face. "So. Into the breach again."
"Indeed," replied Mayumi Yamagishi, her eyes darting back and forth from the monitors detailing enemy units. The entire map of Hakone was overlaid with red dots, vastly overwhelming the friendly blue units. Yellow dots designated the forces of the Central Army that had turned against their fellows, 'SHOCK units' according to the information gleaned from military communications. "Remember not to target anyone designated as an Angel worshipper. They are an ally in this conflict…which is very odd for me to say."
"Given what happened in February? Probably, but I don't care. If they want to help, I'll take it."
"…I suppose, in the end, your point of view was correct. Here we are, facing humans. In the end…perhaps the struggle was always fated to continue."
"Well, duh." Mana shrugged, her bodysuit bearing far more cables and nodes as a result of the upgrade. "But you know…it is what it is. Besides, they're probably gonna deploy nephilim too. To be honest…if I was the one calling the shots, I probably wouldn't be that much different."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I mean…I'm kinda screwed up. I like fighting, and I love kicking ass." The silver-haired nephilim grinned at the images coming through her helmet: the sky was awash with tracer fire and missile contrails, with various aircraft launching rockets into the city. NERV's defensive batteries were valiantly firing back, but the Central Army's long-range artillery were slowly whittling away at them. In the distance, at the various highways connecting Tokyo-3 with the rest of Japan, a proverbial deluge of armored vehicles was beginning to break through, in spite of spirited resistance from the cultists and the Defender Gundams. Fire and sulfur, smoke and rubble, blood and metal…truly, it was war. "At least these guys have a decent reason to fight. They think they're stopping the end of the world."
"...you've changed, haven't you. That's a much more mature outlook."
Mana scoffed. "Eh, don't be like that. You're gonna make me change my mind."
Mayumi giggled. "If you say so, sister." Her fingers blurred over her control panels. "Beginning the activation sequence."
"Got it." The Burning Gundam slowed to a stop, now visible above the Tokyo-3 skyline. They were now an open target, and that was exactly the point. "Let's show these poor bastards what a real war machine is! SUPER MODE: ENGAGE!"
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31.16, in which the Jet Alone rocks out to JAM Project.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
"Let's show these poor bastards what a real war machine is! SUPER MODE: ENGAGE!"
And so it began. Panels along the shoulders, legs, arms, and torso of the Jet Alone opened up, shimmering with a shiny substance: the nanomachines from Iruel's remains. With the exception of Tokita's handheld prototype and the functional model now wielded by the Burning Gundam, all of the other beam sabers made by the JET ALONE Project had been broken, to repurpose the nanites within. With the help of Project E, an elegant form of synchronization had been invented: the nephilim Pilots would 'sync' with their Gundam…using the nanomachines as a medium.
The results promised to be…spectacular.
"They see us, sister," warned Mayumi.
"…you think people will think of us as heroes after this?"
Mayumi looked at Mana with a flabbergasted expression. "…that's an odd question, coming from you."
"I know. I'll do what I have to do regardless of what other people say." She knew her existence began as a weapon, to be wielded with impunity by the JSSDF. Her physical superiority over a normal human was a given, to be expected…so why make a big deal out of it? "But…if I have to be honest…it would be nice to get a little recognition for it."
"…"
"…you're laughing at me at the inside, aren't you?"
"No, not at all! It's just…hearing you sound insecure is surprisingly cute."
"Fine then, see if I ever confess anything to you again," said Mana with a snort. "Cute and insecure, my ass!"
A loud ping came from Mayumi's main monitor. "We have an incoming missile."
"All right then. Configure the Kleinium core output to zero-point-three G's." Mana flexed her knees and reared her fist, willing her AT-Field to manifest. The faceguard of the Burning Gundam flipped open, and its six metallic wings flexed out, glowing red. "Let's do this!"
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The missile – an AAM-5, with a blast-frag warhead and a seventeen-inch wingspan – aimed straight and true at the blue-and-red Gundam. The projectile, if it hit, would annihilate the ten-meter machine.
It would never get that far: the Gundam's right hand possessed a strange orange glow, a harbinger of the Jet Alone's terrifying upgrade. Through the nanomachines of the Tenth Angel, Mana Kirishima and Mayumi Yamagishi's AT-Fields could manifest through the Jet Alone itself.
The Burning Gundam punched the air, and a fist made of orange light rocketed towards the missile.
The orange fist shattered the missile, and it fell apart in a shower of debris and wiring.
A laugh of pure delight bubbled forth from the Gundam's external speakers. "Yes…yes…YES!"
With a flare of its thrusters, surrounded by an invisible bubble of reduced gravitational force, the Burning Gundam stormed into the sky, bringing itself amidst the squadrons of the JASDF.
The Burning Gundam plowed through a Heavy Fighter Jet VTOL, its AT-Field protecting it from the abrasive force.
The VTOL exploded in a burst of fire, and the forces of the UN military swiftly realized that they had a problem.
Helicopter gunships took aim, firing a storm of tracer bullets at the Gundam. Each bullet bounced off, rebuffed by a flicker of orange light.
Like lightning, the Gundam shifted from gunship to gunship, pulping the cockpits with precise, powerful punches.
Aircraft began to fall, dead in every sense of the world.
From below, on Prefectural Route 734 – coiling around the northern slopes of Mt. Hakone – a multitude of Type-74 tanks of the Central Army turned their attention from the traitorous SHOCK units to the sudden threat of the Jet Alone.
"Big mistake!" roared the voice of Mana, grabbing the tails of two gunships and slinging them at the ground forces below.
Ferocious plumes of fire and heat erupted amidst the ground forces; in the proverbial blink of an eye, the Burning Gundam was on the ground.
With a single glowing punch, the Burning Gundam crushed one of the tanks, the force sending it backwards into the line of olive-green vehicles.
Infantry began to flee from the scene, terrified to the man by the Jet Alone's monstrous havoc.
The Burning Gundam leapt over the immediate pileup, grabbing one tank by the turret…
…and using the armored vehicle as a bat. With its weight reduced by the Jet Alone's Kleinium, yet reinforced by the amplified AT-Field of Mana and Mayumi, the tank was a bludgeon that sent everything it hit flying.
It would be an unforgettable memory for everyone, the sight of Type-74s going airborne like children's toys.
(HERO! Naraba yuruginaki kakugo shita tame!)
Further to the north, accompanied by a salvo of rockets and long-distance howitzers, flights of crimson Taiyang Gundams – fifteen meters tall, loaded with wicked blades and heavy weaponry, single optic senors glowing a pale yellow – descended to engage, firing their handheld chainguns.
With a joyful roar, the Burning Gundam flung its battered bludgeon into the sky, taking out two Taiyang Gundams at once.
And then the Burning Gundam was right in the face of the lead Taiyang. "You saw what we're capable of. What did you think was gonna happen?!"
The long-range reconnaissance of the Central Army could only watch in abject horror as the Jet Alone took down the larger Taiyang Gundams with a single blow each time, its fists and feet shimmering with orange light.
As of this moment, the Jet Alone was the deadliest thing on the battlefield.
xxxx
/there was actually a minor lyrical change made by yours truly
//guess what they are
///bonus points if you guess what anime they came from
And so it began. Panels along the shoulders, legs, arms, and torso of the Jet Alone opened up, shimmering with a shiny substance: the nanomachines from Iruel's remains. With the exception of Tokita's handheld prototype and the functional model now wielded by the Burning Gundam, all of the other beam sabers made by the JET ALONE Project had been broken, to repurpose the nanites within. With the help of Project E, an elegant form of synchronization had been invented: the nephilim Pilots would 'sync' with their Gundam…using the nanomachines as a medium.
The results promised to be…spectacular.
"They see us, sister," warned Mayumi.
"…you think people will think of us as heroes after this?"
Mayumi looked at Mana with a flabbergasted expression. "…that's an odd question, coming from you."
"I know. I'll do what I have to do regardless of what other people say." She knew her existence began as a weapon, to be wielded with impunity by the JSSDF. Her physical superiority over a normal human was a given, to be expected…so why make a big deal out of it? "But…if I have to be honest…it would be nice to get a little recognition for it."
"…"
"…you're laughing at me at the inside, aren't you?"
"No, not at all! It's just…hearing you sound insecure is surprisingly cute."
"Fine then, see if I ever confess anything to you again," said Mana with a snort. "Cute and insecure, my ass!"
A loud ping came from Mayumi's main monitor. "We have an incoming missile."
"All right then. Configure the Kleinium core output to zero-point-three G's." Mana flexed her knees and reared her fist, willing her AT-Field to manifest. The faceguard of the Burning Gundam flipped open, and its six metallic wings flexed out, glowing red. "Let's do this!"
xxxx
The missile – an AAM-5, with a blast-frag warhead and a seventeen-inch wingspan – aimed straight and true at the blue-and-red Gundam. The projectile, if it hit, would annihilate the ten-meter machine.
It would never get that far: the Gundam's right hand possessed a strange orange glow, a harbinger of the Jet Alone's terrifying upgrade. Through the nanomachines of the Tenth Angel, Mana Kirishima and Mayumi Yamagishi's AT-Fields could manifest through the Jet Alone itself.
The Burning Gundam punched the air, and a fist made of orange light rocketed towards the missile.
(ONE PUNCH!!!)
The orange fist shattered the missile, and it fell apart in a shower of debris and wiring.
A laugh of pure delight bubbled forth from the Gundam's external speakers. "Yes…yes…YES!"
With a flare of its thrusters, surrounded by an invisible bubble of reduced gravitational force, the Burning Gundam stormed into the sky, bringing itself amidst the squadrons of the JASDF.
(Three! Two! One! Kill shot!)
The Burning Gundam plowed through a Heavy Fighter Jet VTOL, its AT-Field protecting it from the abrasive force.
(Sanjou! Hisshou! Shijou saikyou!)
The VTOL exploded in a burst of fire, and the forces of the UN military swiftly realized that they had a problem.
(Nan dattenda? FURASUTOREESHON, ore wa tomaranai!)
Helicopter gunships took aim, firing a storm of tracer bullets at the Gundam. Each bullet bounced off, rebuffed by a flicker of orange light.
(ONE PUNCH! Kanryou! Rensen renshou!)
Like lightning, the Gundam shifted from gunship to gunship, pulping the cockpits with precise, powerful punches.
(Ore wa katsu!! Tsune ni katsu!! Asshou!!)
Aircraft began to fall, dead in every sense of the world.
(Power! Get power!)
From below, on Prefectural Route 734 – coiling around the northern slopes of Mt. Hakone – a multitude of Type-74 tanks of the Central Army turned their attention from the traitorous SHOCK units to the sudden threat of the Jet Alone.
(GIRIGIRI genkai made!)
"Big mistake!" roared the voice of Mana, grabbing the tails of two gunships and slinging them at the ground forces below.
(HERO! Furimukazu aruku no sa!)
Ferocious plumes of fire and heat erupted amidst the ground forces; in the proverbial blink of an eye, the Burning Gundam was on the ground.
(Mugen no chikara ga aru!)
With a single glowing punch, the Burning Gundam crushed one of the tanks, the force sending it backwards into the line of olive-green vehicles.
(HERO! Donna ni kushiku demo yari togeru!)
Infantry began to flee from the scene, terrified to the man by the Jet Alone's monstrous havoc.
(Gonna give it my all!!)
The Burning Gundam leapt over the immediate pileup, grabbing one tank by the turret…
(Sora ooi oshiyoseru teki!)
…and using the armored vehicle as a bat. With its weight reduced by the Jet Alone's Kleinium, yet reinforced by the amplified AT-Field of Mana and Mayumi, the tank was a bludgeon that sent everything it hit flying.
(Ore wa se o muke wa shinai!)
It would be an unforgettable memory for everyone, the sight of Type-74s going airborne like children's toys.
(HERO! Naraba yuruginaki kakugo shita tame!)
Further to the north, accompanied by a salvo of rockets and long-distance howitzers, flights of crimson Taiyang Gundams – fifteen meters tall, loaded with wicked blades and heavy weaponry, single optic senors glowing a pale yellow – descended to engage, firing their handheld chainguns.
(Tatakau HERO!!)
With a joyful roar, the Burning Gundam flung its battered bludgeon into the sky, taking out two Taiyang Gundams at once.
(Kodoku na HERO!!)
And then the Burning Gundam was right in the face of the lead Taiyang. "You saw what we're capable of. What did you think was gonna happen?!"
(Ah, ah, ah, AH, AH, AH! I WANNA BE A SAIKYOU HERO!!!)
The long-range reconnaissance of the Central Army could only watch in abject horror as the Jet Alone took down the larger Taiyang Gundams with a single blow each time, its fists and feet shimmering with orange light.
As of this moment, the Jet Alone was the deadliest thing on the battlefield.
xxxx
/there was actually a minor lyrical change made by yours truly
//guess what they are
///bonus points if you guess what anime they came from
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The Fourth Monado
S U B A R A S H I I
- Location
- Away
OPM DETECTED
- Location
- One Step Behind
Dude, that is one HELL of an upgrade. Also, liking this fic enormously.
31.17, in which Misato's Team causes wanton havoc.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Sakamura's Field Office, Eastern Slopes of Mt. Fuji/
"...how...?" General Sakamura, gripped by disbelief, looked at the images being transmitted by long-range recon. The diminutive Jet Alone was moving about with a speed that belied imagination, destroying whole vehicles and shrugging off attacks that should have utterly annihilated the Gundam. The machine was a proverbial god of war, unleashing absolute hell upon the UN forces. The flickering orange lights that shimmered around it indicated a horrific reality; how did NERV replicate the AT-Field for a mere Gundam?! "...redirect all Gundam units to focus on the Jet Alone. We need overwhelming firepower to bring it down!"
"Sir, we've just got a report from the 35th Infantry Regiment! Colonel Wakamoto has made it past the SHOCK units and is about to breach the Geofront access junctions!"
"Troop strength?"
"Still over a thousand strong!"
"Excellent news." It was always important to maintain a proper perspective about everything; the entire offensive had over thirty thousand soldiers involved. The number of vehicles, aircraft, and Gundams totaled over a thousand. Despite the shocking betrayal of the SHOCK units, the unwillingness of the Pacific Fleet to launch, and the surprising tricks up NERV's sleeve...they still had the upper hand, if only through sheer numbers. "Let's continue. What's the status of the 14th Artillery Battalion?"
And so the General kept his eyes and ears on the flow of battle, waiting for the opportune moment to break NERV's back.
xxxx
/Prefectural Route 20, Southern Outskirts of Hakone/
KABOOM!
With a single shot from a 105 mm cannon, the AMX-10RC blasted away the shield doors blocking access to the Geofront. As the smoke cleared, the convoy of jeeps, covered trucks, and light recon vehicles delved into the dimly-lit tunnels. At various junctions, the 35th Infantry Regiment broke off into smaller companies and platoons, delving deeper into the shell of the Geofront. Eventually, some of the platoons found themselves looking into the picturesque interior of the Geofront-
BOOM!
-and immediately coming under fire from long-range sniper fire and howitzers, situated in various spots amidst the forests, hills, and cliffs of the Geofront. The AMX-10RC armored cars returned fire with their cannons, moving into positions to shield the lesser-protected jeeps and trucks.
Meanwhile, others found themselves arriving in the reception level beneath the Geofront's surface, where supplies were processed and distributed through to the rest of the First Branch. One particular company pulled up in front of a loading dock, the AMX-10RC aiming its cannon at the armored overhead door.
KABOOM!
The door was blown open-
BATABATABATABATABATABATA!!!
A storm of automated sentry fire greeted the company, the armor-piercing bullets making large pockmarks in the light recon vehicle. Heavy infantry with rocket launchers moved into position behind their vehicles, waiting for the prime opportunity to retaliate.
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"We have a Level 1 breach at Loading Dock 37-D," said Hyuga. "Sentry turrets are retaliating, and we have personnel en route to intercept the invaders."
Misato grinned, bringing a hand up to her earpiece. "Dell?"
"Yes Boss?"
"Your turrets are a literal lifesaver."
"Just doing my job, ma'am," replied the Engineer.
"Are the rest of the boys gonna be okay?"
xxxx
/Loading Dock 36-A, Level 1, NERV-1/
Whirr…BARRABAARABAARABAARABAARABAARA!
KaBOOM!
The Heavy and the Demoman laughed joyously as minigun bullets and grenades demolished the position of the JSSDF.
"YOUR FOCUS IS LIKE THAT OF AN ABSENT-MINDED CHILD!" roared the Soldier as he fired his rocket launcher. "You bring dishonor to the very notion of an invading army! NAPOLEON WOULD BE ASHAMED!"
xxxx
/Ayanami's Training Grounds, Geofront, Tokyo-3/
The Sniper looked quietly through his scope, eyes narrowed, finger slowly squeezing the trigger...
KRAKOOM!
With an explosive burst, the front tire of a jeep exploded, and the vehicle went tumbling end over end, blocking the path of the vehicles behind it. "...good enough." He quickly vacated his pine tree, moving to a different spot.
xxxx
/Receiving Area, Loading Dock 36-G, Level 1, NERV-1/
The JSSDF soldiers moved passed the smoldering wrecks of the sentry turrets, the point man wielding an M2 flamethrower. Moving through the corridor, the platoon neared a sliding door; another soldier triggered the door to open, and the point man unleashed a gout of flame into the hallway beyond. When no screams emerged, he said, "all clear."
As the flames died away, his fellows all paused at the sight of an individual clad in a red bodysuit and a black facemask.
With a muffled chuckle, the Pyro raised their own custom flamethrower.
FWOOSH!
The invaders all screamed as their flesh cooked.
xxxx
/Loading Dock 35-X, Level 1, NERV-1/
The squad of JSSDF soldiers dove behind the wreck of their truck, grimacing as more sentry rockets pelted their position. Their company had had the misfortune of encountering a dock that was already guarded by Section 2 personnel.
As if that wasn't enough, some gaijin in a red shirt was darting all over the area, hiding behind various shipping containers and somehow reappearing in an entirely different location; the damned bat-wielder somehow moved as one flying!
"BONK!"
BOOM!
A disorienting blow to the head, followed by a shotgun blast to the face: it kept happening like clockwork, and damned if it wasn't effective!
"Over here!"
The squad glanced over at the edge of the loading dock; another soldier was standing in front of a small door wedged into the side. "We can get out through here!"
Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, the squad unleashed a burst of covering fire on the Section 2 personnel and the sentries, dashing towards the door. The helpful soldier waved them through-
"The hell?!" The sergeant leading the squad skidded to a halt in front of shelves filled with cleaning equipment. "This is a damned janitor's room!"
"True," said the 'helpful' soldier, his accent suddenly turning French. "But you will be getting out of here." He reached into his vest, pulling out a grenade. "By dying." The Spy dropped the grenade, slamming the door shut behind him.
The Spy dove away from the janitor's room as it burst into flames.
xxxx
/Section 2 Barracks, Deployment Room, NERV-1/
The security guard, clad in black combat armor, glanced nervously at the syringe. "...this steroid won't have any permanent effects, right?"
The Medic laughed. "Do not vorry! I can guarantee zat it vill not causse you to mutate into a giant lizard. Zough, you may experience some consstipation. Now: arm, pleasse."
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"Eh, what am I worrying about? They can take care of themselves."
"That's the can-do spirit, Boss!"
"...how...?" General Sakamura, gripped by disbelief, looked at the images being transmitted by long-range recon. The diminutive Jet Alone was moving about with a speed that belied imagination, destroying whole vehicles and shrugging off attacks that should have utterly annihilated the Gundam. The machine was a proverbial god of war, unleashing absolute hell upon the UN forces. The flickering orange lights that shimmered around it indicated a horrific reality; how did NERV replicate the AT-Field for a mere Gundam?! "...redirect all Gundam units to focus on the Jet Alone. We need overwhelming firepower to bring it down!"
"Sir, we've just got a report from the 35th Infantry Regiment! Colonel Wakamoto has made it past the SHOCK units and is about to breach the Geofront access junctions!"
"Troop strength?"
"Still over a thousand strong!"
"Excellent news." It was always important to maintain a proper perspective about everything; the entire offensive had over thirty thousand soldiers involved. The number of vehicles, aircraft, and Gundams totaled over a thousand. Despite the shocking betrayal of the SHOCK units, the unwillingness of the Pacific Fleet to launch, and the surprising tricks up NERV's sleeve...they still had the upper hand, if only through sheer numbers. "Let's continue. What's the status of the 14th Artillery Battalion?"
And so the General kept his eyes and ears on the flow of battle, waiting for the opportune moment to break NERV's back.
xxxx
/Prefectural Route 20, Southern Outskirts of Hakone/
KABOOM!
With a single shot from a 105 mm cannon, the AMX-10RC blasted away the shield doors blocking access to the Geofront. As the smoke cleared, the convoy of jeeps, covered trucks, and light recon vehicles delved into the dimly-lit tunnels. At various junctions, the 35th Infantry Regiment broke off into smaller companies and platoons, delving deeper into the shell of the Geofront. Eventually, some of the platoons found themselves looking into the picturesque interior of the Geofront-
BOOM!
-and immediately coming under fire from long-range sniper fire and howitzers, situated in various spots amidst the forests, hills, and cliffs of the Geofront. The AMX-10RC armored cars returned fire with their cannons, moving into positions to shield the lesser-protected jeeps and trucks.
Meanwhile, others found themselves arriving in the reception level beneath the Geofront's surface, where supplies were processed and distributed through to the rest of the First Branch. One particular company pulled up in front of a loading dock, the AMX-10RC aiming its cannon at the armored overhead door.
KABOOM!
The door was blown open-
BATABATABATABATABATABATA!!!
A storm of automated sentry fire greeted the company, the armor-piercing bullets making large pockmarks in the light recon vehicle. Heavy infantry with rocket launchers moved into position behind their vehicles, waiting for the prime opportunity to retaliate.
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"We have a Level 1 breach at Loading Dock 37-D," said Hyuga. "Sentry turrets are retaliating, and we have personnel en route to intercept the invaders."
Misato grinned, bringing a hand up to her earpiece. "Dell?"
"Yes Boss?"
"Your turrets are a literal lifesaver."
"Just doing my job, ma'am," replied the Engineer.
"Are the rest of the boys gonna be okay?"
xxxx
/Loading Dock 36-A, Level 1, NERV-1/
Whirr…BARRABAARABAARABAARABAARABAARA!
KaBOOM!
The Heavy and the Demoman laughed joyously as minigun bullets and grenades demolished the position of the JSSDF.
"YOUR FOCUS IS LIKE THAT OF AN ABSENT-MINDED CHILD!" roared the Soldier as he fired his rocket launcher. "You bring dishonor to the very notion of an invading army! NAPOLEON WOULD BE ASHAMED!"
xxxx
/Ayanami's Training Grounds, Geofront, Tokyo-3/
The Sniper looked quietly through his scope, eyes narrowed, finger slowly squeezing the trigger...
KRAKOOM!
With an explosive burst, the front tire of a jeep exploded, and the vehicle went tumbling end over end, blocking the path of the vehicles behind it. "...good enough." He quickly vacated his pine tree, moving to a different spot.
xxxx
/Receiving Area, Loading Dock 36-G, Level 1, NERV-1/
The JSSDF soldiers moved passed the smoldering wrecks of the sentry turrets, the point man wielding an M2 flamethrower. Moving through the corridor, the platoon neared a sliding door; another soldier triggered the door to open, and the point man unleashed a gout of flame into the hallway beyond. When no screams emerged, he said, "all clear."
As the flames died away, his fellows all paused at the sight of an individual clad in a red bodysuit and a black facemask.
With a muffled chuckle, the Pyro raised their own custom flamethrower.
FWOOSH!
The invaders all screamed as their flesh cooked.
xxxx
/Loading Dock 35-X, Level 1, NERV-1/
The squad of JSSDF soldiers dove behind the wreck of their truck, grimacing as more sentry rockets pelted their position. Their company had had the misfortune of encountering a dock that was already guarded by Section 2 personnel.
As if that wasn't enough, some gaijin in a red shirt was darting all over the area, hiding behind various shipping containers and somehow reappearing in an entirely different location; the damned bat-wielder somehow moved as one flying!
"BONK!"
BOOM!
A disorienting blow to the head, followed by a shotgun blast to the face: it kept happening like clockwork, and damned if it wasn't effective!
"Over here!"
The squad glanced over at the edge of the loading dock; another soldier was standing in front of a small door wedged into the side. "We can get out through here!"
Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, the squad unleashed a burst of covering fire on the Section 2 personnel and the sentries, dashing towards the door. The helpful soldier waved them through-
"The hell?!" The sergeant leading the squad skidded to a halt in front of shelves filled with cleaning equipment. "This is a damned janitor's room!"
"True," said the 'helpful' soldier, his accent suddenly turning French. "But you will be getting out of here." He reached into his vest, pulling out a grenade. "By dying." The Spy dropped the grenade, slamming the door shut behind him.
The Spy dove away from the janitor's room as it burst into flames.
xxxx
/Section 2 Barracks, Deployment Room, NERV-1/
The security guard, clad in black combat armor, glanced nervously at the syringe. "...this steroid won't have any permanent effects, right?"
The Medic laughed. "Do not vorry! I can guarantee zat it vill not causse you to mutate into a giant lizard. Zough, you may experience some consstipation. Now: arm, pleasse."
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"Eh, what am I worrying about? They can take care of themselves."
"That's the can-do spirit, Boss!"
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31.18, in which Misato gives Toji a pep talk.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"Eh, what am I worrying about? They can take care of themselves."
"That's the can-do spirit, Boss!"
"But seriously: no dying. None of you are allowed to die."
The Engineer chuckled. "Ain't no guarantees in this life. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get back to it."
Misato smiled sadly. "You do that." She let her hand fall, gazing around the command center. Despite how well things appeared to be going, the opposition still had an overwhelming advantage in terms of numbers...and there was no guarantee how long the Jet Alone's Super Mode would last. Her eyes fell upon the relatively diminutive form of the Sixth Child, standing sullenly near the edge of the command deck. "You okay, Toji-kun?"
"...just nervous. That's all."
The Operations Director sighed, looking warmly at the young teen. "Not even gonna put up a manly front, huh?"
The boy blushed, looking away from her. "...none of my friends are around."
No one to try and look tough for, then. "I understand. But don't worry; we're not going down without a fight."
"That's what I'm scared of." The pseudo-nephilim ran a hand through his streaked hair; his hands were trembling. "I don't know how I'm gonna react if I do have to fight. All I've done so far is spar and train. I've never had to...had to..."
Kill, or potentially maim, finished Misato in her mind. "When the time comes...I believe you'll know what to do."
"...thanks, Misato-sama."
She grinned cheekily. "I wouldn't be much of a Lieutenant Colonel if I couldn't give a decent pep talk."
A sudden ping from Miyata's terminal caught her attention. "Bad news. The access junctions at Prefectural Routes 75 and 733 have just been breached. Multiple hostiles are now accessing the Geofront from the north side!"
"Tch. They must be sending in reinforcements early. Status on the Defender Gundams?"
"Currently holding in position. Sixty-five units are still functioning out of seventy total!"
"...hmm. Guess now's as good a time as any." Even though it would escalate the conflict - possibly prompting an excessive response from the Central Army - there was really no choice: if too many of the UN's forces slipped into the Geofront, they would gradually become bottle-necked within the First Branch, and eventually slaughtered. "It's time to deploy Units-00 and 01."
"Eh, what am I worrying about? They can take care of themselves."
"That's the can-do spirit, Boss!"
"But seriously: no dying. None of you are allowed to die."
The Engineer chuckled. "Ain't no guarantees in this life. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get back to it."
Misato smiled sadly. "You do that." She let her hand fall, gazing around the command center. Despite how well things appeared to be going, the opposition still had an overwhelming advantage in terms of numbers...and there was no guarantee how long the Jet Alone's Super Mode would last. Her eyes fell upon the relatively diminutive form of the Sixth Child, standing sullenly near the edge of the command deck. "You okay, Toji-kun?"
"...just nervous. That's all."
The Operations Director sighed, looking warmly at the young teen. "Not even gonna put up a manly front, huh?"
The boy blushed, looking away from her. "...none of my friends are around."
No one to try and look tough for, then. "I understand. But don't worry; we're not going down without a fight."
"That's what I'm scared of." The pseudo-nephilim ran a hand through his streaked hair; his hands were trembling. "I don't know how I'm gonna react if I do have to fight. All I've done so far is spar and train. I've never had to...had to..."
Kill, or potentially maim, finished Misato in her mind. "When the time comes...I believe you'll know what to do."
"...thanks, Misato-sama."
She grinned cheekily. "I wouldn't be much of a Lieutenant Colonel if I couldn't give a decent pep talk."
A sudden ping from Miyata's terminal caught her attention. "Bad news. The access junctions at Prefectural Routes 75 and 733 have just been breached. Multiple hostiles are now accessing the Geofront from the north side!"
"Tch. They must be sending in reinforcements early. Status on the Defender Gundams?"
"Currently holding in position. Sixty-five units are still functioning out of seventy total!"
"...hmm. Guess now's as good a time as any." Even though it would escalate the conflict - possibly prompting an excessive response from the Central Army - there was really no choice: if too many of the UN's forces slipped into the Geofront, they would gradually become bottle-necked within the First Branch, and eventually slaughtered. "It's time to deploy Units-00 and 01."
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31.19, in which your regularly scheduled broadcast is interrupted by FEELS.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Lymph Node-A, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
Shinji Ikari stared quietly at the visage of Unit-01, white hair hanging limply from the sides of the iconic helmet. The mismatched eyes were the most distinctive feature now: although the Eva's left eye was still hidden behind the protective yellow lens, the lens over the right was transparent, revealing the shockingly human iris. The shade of blue was…familiar. Mother…how much have you experienced, trapped in there? Where does Unit-01 end, and you begin…? His right hand clenched into a nervous fist. When we fought the Angels…did you ever feel fear?
"Are you okay, Shinji-kun?"
The Third Child turned towards the First; she had been walking to the access door leading to Lymph Node-B, where Unit-00 was waiting. "...I don't know."
"…you are uncertain about fighting other people."
"Am I that obvious?"
"It is a logical conclusion, given that you have not exhibited hesitation to fight the Angels."
"…I mean, I know that if we don't fight, then they'll kill us. I get that. But…" There was an inherent sense of revulsion at the whole idea. "…is it wrong that I still don't want to hurt them…?"
"...your role as an Eva Pilot has been that of a protector. So has mine." Rei stepped back towards Shinji, grabbing his hand with hers in a firm grip. "However…I am also a killer. And you are not a killer."
"Rei-chan-!"
"It is okay. The ability to kill is part of the reason why I exist. I…have come to terms with that." Though her smile was small, and sad, it was strangely content. "You can focus on protecting NERV, yourself, and me. I will lead the way."
"…you don't have to."
"I know. It is well within my station to demand that you fight as well…but it is a duty that I gladly accept." She paused, tension seeming to leak away from her with each moment. "For your sake...I…I choose to accept it."
Shinji stared quietly at the blunette, inwardly marveling at her strength and sense of conviction. At last, he spoke through actions: stepping forward, he embraced her tightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
Slowly, the young nephilim returned the embrace. "…all I ask is that you do not die."
"I won't."
Slowly, they broke apart, Rei's fingers brushing against his. Solemnly, she moved on, leaving Unit-01's cage.
Sighing, the Third Child turned back towards the purple Evangelion, a resolute look settling in his eyes. "Well Mother…here we go again."
Shinji Ikari stared quietly at the visage of Unit-01, white hair hanging limply from the sides of the iconic helmet. The mismatched eyes were the most distinctive feature now: although the Eva's left eye was still hidden behind the protective yellow lens, the lens over the right was transparent, revealing the shockingly human iris. The shade of blue was…familiar. Mother…how much have you experienced, trapped in there? Where does Unit-01 end, and you begin…? His right hand clenched into a nervous fist. When we fought the Angels…did you ever feel fear?
"Are you okay, Shinji-kun?"
The Third Child turned towards the First; she had been walking to the access door leading to Lymph Node-B, where Unit-00 was waiting. "...I don't know."
"…you are uncertain about fighting other people."
"Am I that obvious?"
"It is a logical conclusion, given that you have not exhibited hesitation to fight the Angels."
"…I mean, I know that if we don't fight, then they'll kill us. I get that. But…" There was an inherent sense of revulsion at the whole idea. "…is it wrong that I still don't want to hurt them…?"
"...your role as an Eva Pilot has been that of a protector. So has mine." Rei stepped back towards Shinji, grabbing his hand with hers in a firm grip. "However…I am also a killer. And you are not a killer."
"Rei-chan-!"
"It is okay. The ability to kill is part of the reason why I exist. I…have come to terms with that." Though her smile was small, and sad, it was strangely content. "You can focus on protecting NERV, yourself, and me. I will lead the way."
"…you don't have to."
"I know. It is well within my station to demand that you fight as well…but it is a duty that I gladly accept." She paused, tension seeming to leak away from her with each moment. "For your sake...I…I choose to accept it."
Shinji stared quietly at the blunette, inwardly marveling at her strength and sense of conviction. At last, he spoke through actions: stepping forward, he embraced her tightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
Slowly, the young nephilim returned the embrace. "…all I ask is that you do not die."
"I won't."
Slowly, they broke apart, Rei's fingers brushing against his. Solemnly, she moved on, leaving Unit-01's cage.
Sighing, the Third Child turned back towards the purple Evangelion, a resolute look settling in his eyes. "Well Mother…here we go again."
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31.20, in which Gendo makes a confession...right before the MP-Evas arrive.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Shinji Ikari quietly moved over to the lift adjacent to Unit-01, the platform ascending towards the catwalk that hung over the extended Entry Plug. The lack of Section 3 technicians only cemented the subtle wrongness that permeated the whole of the room. Under siege, and undermanned, NERV-1 was a shadow of the fortress city it had been built to be. Softly dropping into the open Plug, the Third Child remained silent as it screwed into Unit-01.
The whole process seemed automated and rote; even the normal verbal checklists that were completed with each launch were absent, for everyone was focused on the ongoing assault by the UN. However...the silence was also fitting, in a way. As the LCL filled his lungs and the distinct snap sounded in the back of his mind, synchronizing his very being with Unit-01-
"Hello, son."
Shinji blinked at the interruption, looking at the corner of his vision; a holographic monitor displaying the visage of his father had opened the moment he had achieved a Third Stage connection. The man was sitting in a cockpit of some sorts. "Father? What are you doing?"
"Preparing a contingency. I simply wanted to talk, before you deployed."
"...what about?"
"...I wanted to offer an apology."
"...what for?"
Gendo continued to speak, even as his hands moved over several switches and maneuvered a pair of handlebars. "Everything that your mother and I tried to do to avert the Instrumentality Project involved a great deal of deception and illegal activity. Even if it was all done with good intentions, to ensure the survival of the human race...our efforts ruined many lives."
Shinji frowned; he felt a vague sense of movement as Unit-01 was ferried towards the launch rail. "What are you trying to get at?"
"I once told you that it is the duty of every generation to ensure that their sins are not passed along to the next. Even if it was out of necessity, you and your friends have been made to bear the weight of my own sins for too long...and it's long past time that I live up to that lesson."
we tried our best
"...father..."
"When this is all over, many truths will come to light, and I will have to pay for my part in all of it. There will be trials...and justice will be demanded. Given everything I've done...execution is likely."
Shinji paled. "But-!"
"It's okay," interrupted Gendo. "I understood long ago that death was a possible outcome. If I am sentenced to die...then that means our world will still exist, that life will go on...and I will consider that an acceptable result." The Supreme Commander of NERV calmly removed his shades, and the two now stared eye-to-eye through the monitor. Without the opaque orange lenses blocking his eyes, the man looked...old. No; he was simply tired, and weary. Yet, he still bore a confident smirk, one bearing just a touch of the casual cockiness that his public persona wielded so effortlessly. "Even though the circumstances were far from ideal...even though it was often from afar...it was a privilege, watching you grow. And I will always be proud of the man you've become."
as am i
Shinji gulped, suddenly finding it very hard to talk. The whole situation was coming across as one last goodbye.
"Be good. And live." And with that, the connection cut.
At that same moment, Unit-01 shot upwards along the magnetic rails, and Shinji could no longer focus on his father's words.
Especially when a small voice echoed in the back of his mind with sudden panic.
they're here!
xxxx
/Sakamura's Field Office, Eastern Slopes of Mt. Fuji/
"Sir! Twelve bogies are encroaching on Hakone's airspace from the west! Positive identification: they're the twelve Mass Production Evangelions!"
General Sakamura sneered. "It took them long enough." He had received assurance that the other NERV branches had acquiesced to UN authority, and that they would assist in the subjugation of Ikari's rogue faction. Although part of him was somewhat paranoid at the thought that NERV had possessed so many Evangelions, there was a certain satisfaction in turning them against Gendo Ikari. "Establish a line of contact with their Pilots. They need to be directed to the proper areas."
"All attempts to communicate have been ignored! They're not answering!"
Sakamura scowled. "Hmph." He stared through the bulletproof windows of the field office, watching a dozen distant dots slowly begin circling over Tokyo-3. "And to think they can fly too...what are they up to?"
xxxx
The twelve MP-Evas glided over the air currents, right arms clutching their respective Replicas, which were all in their inert phase. With their free left arms, they all aimed at the city below, relying on the inherent instincts of the Nagisa Twins.
A hazy ripple coalesced beneath the white Evangelions, energy waves flickering as their AT-Fields gathered and concentrated into a single point.
Finally, after a pregnant pause...their combined spiritual pressure burst forth.
BOOOOM!!!
A sudden concussive blast rocked the entire downtown area of Tokyo-3, shattering the roof of the Geofront with all the force of an N2 mine.
The whole process seemed automated and rote; even the normal verbal checklists that were completed with each launch were absent, for everyone was focused on the ongoing assault by the UN. However...the silence was also fitting, in a way. As the LCL filled his lungs and the distinct snap sounded in the back of his mind, synchronizing his very being with Unit-01-
"Hello, son."
Shinji blinked at the interruption, looking at the corner of his vision; a holographic monitor displaying the visage of his father had opened the moment he had achieved a Third Stage connection. The man was sitting in a cockpit of some sorts. "Father? What are you doing?"
"Preparing a contingency. I simply wanted to talk, before you deployed."
"...what about?"
"...I wanted to offer an apology."
"...what for?"
Gendo continued to speak, even as his hands moved over several switches and maneuvered a pair of handlebars. "Everything that your mother and I tried to do to avert the Instrumentality Project involved a great deal of deception and illegal activity. Even if it was all done with good intentions, to ensure the survival of the human race...our efforts ruined many lives."
Shinji frowned; he felt a vague sense of movement as Unit-01 was ferried towards the launch rail. "What are you trying to get at?"
"I once told you that it is the duty of every generation to ensure that their sins are not passed along to the next. Even if it was out of necessity, you and your friends have been made to bear the weight of my own sins for too long...and it's long past time that I live up to that lesson."
we tried our best
"...father..."
"When this is all over, many truths will come to light, and I will have to pay for my part in all of it. There will be trials...and justice will be demanded. Given everything I've done...execution is likely."
Shinji paled. "But-!"
"It's okay," interrupted Gendo. "I understood long ago that death was a possible outcome. If I am sentenced to die...then that means our world will still exist, that life will go on...and I will consider that an acceptable result." The Supreme Commander of NERV calmly removed his shades, and the two now stared eye-to-eye through the monitor. Without the opaque orange lenses blocking his eyes, the man looked...old. No; he was simply tired, and weary. Yet, he still bore a confident smirk, one bearing just a touch of the casual cockiness that his public persona wielded so effortlessly. "Even though the circumstances were far from ideal...even though it was often from afar...it was a privilege, watching you grow. And I will always be proud of the man you've become."
as am i
Shinji gulped, suddenly finding it very hard to talk. The whole situation was coming across as one last goodbye.
"Be good. And live." And with that, the connection cut.
At that same moment, Unit-01 shot upwards along the magnetic rails, and Shinji could no longer focus on his father's words.
Especially when a small voice echoed in the back of his mind with sudden panic.
they're here!
xxxx
/Sakamura's Field Office, Eastern Slopes of Mt. Fuji/
"Sir! Twelve bogies are encroaching on Hakone's airspace from the west! Positive identification: they're the twelve Mass Production Evangelions!"
General Sakamura sneered. "It took them long enough." He had received assurance that the other NERV branches had acquiesced to UN authority, and that they would assist in the subjugation of Ikari's rogue faction. Although part of him was somewhat paranoid at the thought that NERV had possessed so many Evangelions, there was a certain satisfaction in turning them against Gendo Ikari. "Establish a line of contact with their Pilots. They need to be directed to the proper areas."
"All attempts to communicate have been ignored! They're not answering!"
Sakamura scowled. "Hmph." He stared through the bulletproof windows of the field office, watching a dozen distant dots slowly begin circling over Tokyo-3. "And to think they can fly too...what are they up to?"
xxxx
The twelve MP-Evas glided over the air currents, right arms clutching their respective Replicas, which were all in their inert phase. With their free left arms, they all aimed at the city below, relying on the inherent instincts of the Nagisa Twins.
A hazy ripple coalesced beneath the white Evangelions, energy waves flickering as their AT-Fields gathered and concentrated into a single point.
Finally, after a pregnant pause...their combined spiritual pressure burst forth.
BOOOOM!!!
A sudden concussive blast rocked the entire downtown area of Tokyo-3, shattering the roof of the Geofront with all the force of an N2 mine.
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Isn't dialogue from the soul within an Evangelion supposed to be like this, or is my memory playing tricks on me?
...well, fuck.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Well, your memory is sort of playing tricks on you. Underline yes, italics no.
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31.21, in which some familiar faces return.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
The whole of Hakone quivered, the residual force of the MP-Evas' attack sending aftershocks for miles. The entirety of Tokyo-3 buckled and bent, as the sheer power of the Evangelions' AT-Fields tore a jagged hole almost two kilometers wide. Lake Ashi began to flow into the interior of the Black Moon, and the city fell inward: buildings, vehicles, and belligerents all.
It was a hard rain.
xxxx
This was the sight that greeted Unit-01 and Unit-00 as they emerged into the Geofront: a shower of skyscrapers, crushed cars, and people.
"What...?" muttered Shinji, eyes wide with horror.
"Take evasive action!" shouted Rei.
They quickly backed away from the deluge of metal, rock, and concrete.
xxxx
/Ayanami's Training Grounds, Geofront, Tokyo-3/
"Ah..." The Sniper stared grimly as the tide of water from Ashinoko roared towards him. "...bloody hell!"
Grimacing, David Lowrie abandoned his perch, racing for the nearest access junction that would take him beneath the surface. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-!"
xxxx
/Sakamura's Field Office, Eastern Slopes of Mt. Fuji/
"...they just tore it open..."
"Gods, what kind of monsters are they?"
"All communication with surface units in Tokyo-3 proper have been lost-"
General Sakamura let the words and whispers wash over him. The power of Eva...like that of the gods. Steeling himself, his voice took on a commanding timbre. "The interior of the Geofront is now vulnerable. Direct all long-range assets to open fire; do not target the MP-Eva Series." Now's the time to drive the knife in. "Launch the third wave. All nephilim are to advance with full speed towards NERV. And if they encounter any hostiles along the way...they are to cut. Them. Down."
xxxx
/Miyagino Substation, Nearly 3 Kilometers East of Tokyo-3, Hakone/
Two separate SHOCK units held fast to the rail substation of Miyagino that served as the main transport hub for the area; a mixture of Celestial Centurions and Angelic Acolytes, the twenty-seven remaining cultists had holed up with heavy weaponry, and were successfully warding off reinforcements that tried to break through their ranks. "We have another infantry unit approaching our left flank! Ishibashi, head them off!"
"On it, sir!" Another Acolyte darted past the various barricades, hefting a rocket launcher over his shoulder-
Two black blurs suddenly launched from a nearby rooftop.
CRUNCH.
In tandem, the blurs landed together, their momentum pulping Ishibashi into paste.
"Ishibashi-?!" The commanding officer turned just in time to see a pair of red eyes-
SPLURCH.
A dainty hand pierced his face, killing him instantly.
Within sixty seconds, the entire substation had been purged of cultists.
With a dismissive flick of his hand, the white-haired nephilim glanced at his bonded partner. "Let's continue on Homura. The JSSDF will take care of it from here."
"Very well, Akira." The lime-green-haired nephilim pulled her heel out of the rib cage of a fallen Centurion, scraping the bloody meat off onto the ground.
With deadly speed, they darted westward.
xxxx
/Ashinoko Supply Depot, Southern Shores of Lake Ashi, Hakone/
Gunshots echoed among the warehouses, accompanied by the occasional burst of explosive shrapnel.
Pre-Impact, this depot had been the Ashinoko County Club, a place for leisure and relaxation. By the time the Angel War had rolled around, NERV's militarization efforts had converted it to yet another means to process supplies into the Geofront.
Aside from the three SHOCK units that had been driven back to this place, it was currently defended by three Defender Gundams.
MELCHIOR.31 - Hostiles converging at designated Coordinate Alpha.
MELCHIOR.22 - Acknowledged.
MELCHIOR.6 - Flanking.
Seamlessly, one Defender Gundam turned a corner, opening fire on the armored car that had been slowly advancing. A well-aimed grenade blew the vehicle to pieces.
MELCHIOR had devoted an individual cycle for each Defender Gundam under its command. The hardware upgrades had enabled it to control the P2 System more efficiently, but the effort was still taxing.
The attack of the MP-Evas had suddenly reduced MELCHIOR's available Gundams by over half.
On the bright side, at least it lessened the operational strain.
MELCHIOR.22 - High alert: nephilim hostiles detected.
One of the Defender Gundams suddenly turned, opening fire on the quartet of nephilim approaching. However, a nigh-opaque barrier of orange had manifested in front of them, blocking every single shot. Slowly, yet inexorably, they advanced.
MELCHIOR.22 - Identification match confirmed: nephilim hostiles tied to Ikari_Katsuhito. Designation: LEMON. LIME. PINK. PERRY.
MELCHIOR.31, MELCHIOR.6 - Acknowledged.
Suddenly, their barrier sprouted spikes. With a synchronized thrust of their fists, the barrier rushed forward-
SMASH!
MELCHIOR.22 - Defender-22 is nonfunctional.
MELCHIOR.31, MELCHIOR.6 - Acknowledged.
Within sixty seconds, the other two Defender Gundams were disposed of in a similar manner.
xxxx
Similar situations occurred all throughout the battlefield, as twelve separate deployments of nephilim - twenty-seven in all - descended upon Hakone.
It was a hard rain.
xxxx
This was the sight that greeted Unit-01 and Unit-00 as they emerged into the Geofront: a shower of skyscrapers, crushed cars, and people.
"What...?" muttered Shinji, eyes wide with horror.
"Take evasive action!" shouted Rei.
They quickly backed away from the deluge of metal, rock, and concrete.
xxxx
/Ayanami's Training Grounds, Geofront, Tokyo-3/
"Ah..." The Sniper stared grimly as the tide of water from Ashinoko roared towards him. "...bloody hell!"
Grimacing, David Lowrie abandoned his perch, racing for the nearest access junction that would take him beneath the surface. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-!"
xxxx
/Sakamura's Field Office, Eastern Slopes of Mt. Fuji/
"...they just tore it open..."
"Gods, what kind of monsters are they?"
"All communication with surface units in Tokyo-3 proper have been lost-"
General Sakamura let the words and whispers wash over him. The power of Eva...like that of the gods. Steeling himself, his voice took on a commanding timbre. "The interior of the Geofront is now vulnerable. Direct all long-range assets to open fire; do not target the MP-Eva Series." Now's the time to drive the knife in. "Launch the third wave. All nephilim are to advance with full speed towards NERV. And if they encounter any hostiles along the way...they are to cut. Them. Down."
xxxx
/Miyagino Substation, Nearly 3 Kilometers East of Tokyo-3, Hakone/
Two separate SHOCK units held fast to the rail substation of Miyagino that served as the main transport hub for the area; a mixture of Celestial Centurions and Angelic Acolytes, the twenty-seven remaining cultists had holed up with heavy weaponry, and were successfully warding off reinforcements that tried to break through their ranks. "We have another infantry unit approaching our left flank! Ishibashi, head them off!"
"On it, sir!" Another Acolyte darted past the various barricades, hefting a rocket launcher over his shoulder-
Two black blurs suddenly launched from a nearby rooftop.
CRUNCH.
In tandem, the blurs landed together, their momentum pulping Ishibashi into paste.
"Ishibashi-?!" The commanding officer turned just in time to see a pair of red eyes-
SPLURCH.
A dainty hand pierced his face, killing him instantly.
Within sixty seconds, the entire substation had been purged of cultists.
With a dismissive flick of his hand, the white-haired nephilim glanced at his bonded partner. "Let's continue on Homura. The JSSDF will take care of it from here."
"Very well, Akira." The lime-green-haired nephilim pulled her heel out of the rib cage of a fallen Centurion, scraping the bloody meat off onto the ground.
With deadly speed, they darted westward.
xxxx
/Ashinoko Supply Depot, Southern Shores of Lake Ashi, Hakone/
Gunshots echoed among the warehouses, accompanied by the occasional burst of explosive shrapnel.
Pre-Impact, this depot had been the Ashinoko County Club, a place for leisure and relaxation. By the time the Angel War had rolled around, NERV's militarization efforts had converted it to yet another means to process supplies into the Geofront.
Aside from the three SHOCK units that had been driven back to this place, it was currently defended by three Defender Gundams.
MELCHIOR.31 - Hostiles converging at designated Coordinate Alpha.
MELCHIOR.22 - Acknowledged.
MELCHIOR.6 - Flanking.
Seamlessly, one Defender Gundam turned a corner, opening fire on the armored car that had been slowly advancing. A well-aimed grenade blew the vehicle to pieces.
MELCHIOR had devoted an individual cycle for each Defender Gundam under its command. The hardware upgrades had enabled it to control the P2 System more efficiently, but the effort was still taxing.
The attack of the MP-Evas had suddenly reduced MELCHIOR's available Gundams by over half.
On the bright side, at least it lessened the operational strain.
MELCHIOR.22 - High alert: nephilim hostiles detected.
One of the Defender Gundams suddenly turned, opening fire on the quartet of nephilim approaching. However, a nigh-opaque barrier of orange had manifested in front of them, blocking every single shot. Slowly, yet inexorably, they advanced.
MELCHIOR.22 - Identification match confirmed: nephilim hostiles tied to Ikari_Katsuhito. Designation: LEMON. LIME. PINK. PERRY.
MELCHIOR.31, MELCHIOR.6 - Acknowledged.
Suddenly, their barrier sprouted spikes. With a synchronized thrust of their fists, the barrier rushed forward-
SMASH!
MELCHIOR.22 - Defender-22 is nonfunctional.
MELCHIOR.31, MELCHIOR.6 - Acknowledged.
Within sixty seconds, the other two Defender Gundams were disposed of in a similar manner.
xxxx
Similar situations occurred all throughout the battlefield, as twelve separate deployments of nephilim - twenty-seven in all - descended upon Hakone.
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31.22, in which SEELE realizes 'oh crap they've literally been fighting for months.'
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Shiroganeyama Defensive Line, Less than 4 Miles Southeast of Tokyo-3, Hakone/
POW!
The Jet Alone's fist pulverized the white torso of a Highhawk Gundam, the centurion-esque machine toppling over into pieces.
Mana sighed with satisfaction. "Best. Upgrade. EVER." Her gaze fell upon the wrecks of armored vehicles and Gundams of all shapes and sizes, smoldering and shattered upon the hillsides and wooded mountains. A veritable trail of destruction and death marked the path behind the Burning Gundam. "Sis! How are we doing on power?"
"Fuel cells are down to forty-five percent."
"Forty-five percent? Seriously?!" In the entire time they had worked for NERV in the Angel War, never had the Jet Alone's power supply been an issue. "Geez, this mode is greedy."
Mayumi's eyes focused upon a particular monitor, her lips contorting into a small frown. "The Geofront is being breached, and twelve Evangelions are about to attack."
"Twelve?"
"Yes."
"...well, I know where we're going next."
With a burst of the thrusters, the Burning Gundam took off towards Tokyo-3.
xxxx
/Geofront, Tokyo-3/
Units-00 and 01 slowly moved away from the edge of the Geofront, walking between the rubble and the ruin of the great fortress city. Shinji, in particular, couldn't help but see the bodies: Section 2, UN, it didn't matter...dead was dead.
above
He solemnly looked up at the twelve winged Evangelions, descending and circling above like scavengers.
With a heavy thud, the dozen interlopers set down, their wings folding into their backs. Each one wielded a large bludgeon of some sort, looking more like a slab of iron than a serviceable blade.
be alert
"Be alert, Shinji-kun," echoed the voice of Rei through his Entry Plug's internal intercom. "We can't afford to hold back."
Cementing the image of the dead in his mind, Shinji clenched his fist. "No." He thought of Asuka, and Kaworu. He thought of his friends, and family. If they failed...it would all be over. "We can't."
It was at the point that one of the MP-Evas spoke. "Hah. Only two?" said the one labelled '11'. "This won't be fun at all."
"...you think this is fun?" With a thought, Unit-01 gestured at the entirety of the Geofront, at the senseless destruction. "Literally none of this had to happen."
"Spoken like a true child: unenlightened and foolish," sneered MP-12. "Instrumentality will save humanity from itself."
"...twelve Evas," murmured Rei. Unit-00 tensed up with anticipation. "You must be the ones that the Supreme Commander spoke of: SEELE."
"We are indeed its figureheads," answered MP-01. "We have business below with ADAM and LILITH. Stand aside, and you will be spared; after all, who am I to deny the blessing of Instrumentality?"
"We will stop you." Unit-00 raised its arms and bent at the knees, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
With a flick of its arm and the jerk of a handle, MP-07's weapon twisted, transforming into a copy of the Lance of Longinus. "How adorable. We possess replicas of the true Lance and the true Sword. The Pilot data of our Evas is based off of the nephilim shells of Zeruel and Tabris, strongest of the Angels. We have S2 Organs, with limitless power...what could you possibly do?"
simple: what we can
Shinji stared at MP-07; it was the closest one to him. Inhale. Exhale. A brief thought of Uncle Tomoe came to mind, and he subconsciously balled his fist. "...have you ever thrown a punch before?"
MP-07 quirked its bizarre head. "What does that have to do with any-" Unit-01, in a burst of light, was suddenly in its face. "-THING?!"
POW!
Unit-01's fist sent the MP-Eva flying.
POW!
The Jet Alone's fist pulverized the white torso of a Highhawk Gundam, the centurion-esque machine toppling over into pieces.
Mana sighed with satisfaction. "Best. Upgrade. EVER." Her gaze fell upon the wrecks of armored vehicles and Gundams of all shapes and sizes, smoldering and shattered upon the hillsides and wooded mountains. A veritable trail of destruction and death marked the path behind the Burning Gundam. "Sis! How are we doing on power?"
"Fuel cells are down to forty-five percent."
"Forty-five percent? Seriously?!" In the entire time they had worked for NERV in the Angel War, never had the Jet Alone's power supply been an issue. "Geez, this mode is greedy."
Mayumi's eyes focused upon a particular monitor, her lips contorting into a small frown. "The Geofront is being breached, and twelve Evangelions are about to attack."
"Twelve?"
"Yes."
"...well, I know where we're going next."
With a burst of the thrusters, the Burning Gundam took off towards Tokyo-3.
xxxx
/Geofront, Tokyo-3/
Units-00 and 01 slowly moved away from the edge of the Geofront, walking between the rubble and the ruin of the great fortress city. Shinji, in particular, couldn't help but see the bodies: Section 2, UN, it didn't matter...dead was dead.
above
He solemnly looked up at the twelve winged Evangelions, descending and circling above like scavengers.
With a heavy thud, the dozen interlopers set down, their wings folding into their backs. Each one wielded a large bludgeon of some sort, looking more like a slab of iron than a serviceable blade.
be alert
"Be alert, Shinji-kun," echoed the voice of Rei through his Entry Plug's internal intercom. "We can't afford to hold back."
Cementing the image of the dead in his mind, Shinji clenched his fist. "No." He thought of Asuka, and Kaworu. He thought of his friends, and family. If they failed...it would all be over. "We can't."
It was at the point that one of the MP-Evas spoke. "Hah. Only two?" said the one labelled '11'. "This won't be fun at all."
"...you think this is fun?" With a thought, Unit-01 gestured at the entirety of the Geofront, at the senseless destruction. "Literally none of this had to happen."
"Spoken like a true child: unenlightened and foolish," sneered MP-12. "Instrumentality will save humanity from itself."
"...twelve Evas," murmured Rei. Unit-00 tensed up with anticipation. "You must be the ones that the Supreme Commander spoke of: SEELE."
"We are indeed its figureheads," answered MP-01. "We have business below with ADAM and LILITH. Stand aside, and you will be spared; after all, who am I to deny the blessing of Instrumentality?"
"We will stop you." Unit-00 raised its arms and bent at the knees, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
With a flick of its arm and the jerk of a handle, MP-07's weapon twisted, transforming into a copy of the Lance of Longinus. "How adorable. We possess replicas of the true Lance and the true Sword. The Pilot data of our Evas is based off of the nephilim shells of Zeruel and Tabris, strongest of the Angels. We have S2 Organs, with limitless power...what could you possibly do?"
simple: what we can
Shinji stared at MP-07; it was the closest one to him. Inhale. Exhale. A brief thought of Uncle Tomoe came to mind, and he subconsciously balled his fist. "...have you ever thrown a punch before?"
MP-07 quirked its bizarre head. "What does that have to do with any-" Unit-01, in a burst of light, was suddenly in its face. "-THING?!"
POW!
Unit-01's fist sent the MP-Eva flying.
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31.23, in which we have a pretty light show.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Unit-01's fist sent the MP-Eva flying.
Growling, three MP-Evas leapt at him, bodies thrumming with energy. They swung their bludgeons downward.
SMASH!
The earth trembled at the collision, but they had missed; Unit-01 had shifted over a hundred meters away-
look out!
Unit-01 turned; MP-06's bludgeon had transformed into a twisted zweihander. With a single mighty swing, a wave of power rushed towards his position. Out of reflex, Shinji willed his AT-Field to rise, to be an impenetrable wall-PAIN.
Shinji screamed as the wave brushed through his AT-Field like it wasn't even there. The energy was scalding and blistering, his skin was burning!
"So the Sword does not have to directly touch Lilithian matter to nullify it." MP-06 raised the blade again. "Good to know." A gigantic orange hand suddenly smashed into the MP-Eva, a proverbial sumo slap that knocked it away. The Replica Sword was knocked out of the Eva's grip, and fell into the open hands of Unit-00.
"Shinji-kun!" yelled Rei. Unit-00 skidded to a halt by Unit-01's side, holding the Replica Sword warily; the twelve MP-Evas leered at them, slowly circling. "Stand up!"
Shinji gasped for air, his breath short as the purple Evangelion slowly staggered to its feet. "That weapon…it did something…" The S2 Organ within his Eva churned and burned, regenerating the damaged tissue.
the sword stands against LILITH, the lance against ADAM
"It is the nature of the weapons they wield," answered Rei. "Somehow…they have managed to replicate the Lance of Longinus and the Sword of Uriel."
"Then you understand the implications." MP-01's bludgeon morphed into a spiraling bident, the tips wickedly sharp and piercing. With a harsh motion, the MP-Eva hurled the Replica Lance, aiming directly at Unit-00's head-
A sudden impulse roared through Shinji's brain, stepping up to face the oncoming weapon (it's moving so fast, how is it that fast?). An elbow to the torso shoved Unit-00 aside just enough for Unit-01 to move forward (Mother's voice was yelling frantically in the back of his head, the lance will kill her), and a single, all-encompassing thought embodied his actions: STOP!!!
The Lance slammed into Unit-01's AT-Field…and came to a screeching halt.
Without hesitation, Shinji took hold of the weapon, holding it tightly in front of him.
MP-02 actually laughed. "Ha! How bloody careless of you two, losing your weapons like that."
"It doesn't matter," said MP-09. "The outcome is inevitable." As he said those words, MP-01 and MP-06 stepped away; the other ten transformed their Replicas, half into Lances, half into Swords.
Unit-01 and Unit-00 stood side-by-side, holding their stolen weapons warily. Shinji glanced to his side, mentally opening up a window into Rei's Entry Plug. "…together."
Rei blinked. However, she eventually nodded in return. "Together."
together
As one, the ten MP-Evas swung their weapons.
As one, Unit-00 and Unit-01 lashed back.
KRAKA-CHYOOM!!!
AT-Fields chaotically intermingled as Angelic energy roiled and crackled within the Geofront, boiling away at the very air. Into the storm rushed the MP-Evas, clashing against the stalwart defenders of NERV-1.
Those who witnessed this battle would all have their own opinions, but they would all agree on one thing: this, was a war between gods.
Growling, three MP-Evas leapt at him, bodies thrumming with energy. They swung their bludgeons downward.
SMASH!
The earth trembled at the collision, but they had missed; Unit-01 had shifted over a hundred meters away-
look out!
Unit-01 turned; MP-06's bludgeon had transformed into a twisted zweihander. With a single mighty swing, a wave of power rushed towards his position. Out of reflex, Shinji willed his AT-Field to rise, to be an impenetrable wall-PAIN.
Shinji screamed as the wave brushed through his AT-Field like it wasn't even there. The energy was scalding and blistering, his skin was burning!
"So the Sword does not have to directly touch Lilithian matter to nullify it." MP-06 raised the blade again. "Good to know." A gigantic orange hand suddenly smashed into the MP-Eva, a proverbial sumo slap that knocked it away. The Replica Sword was knocked out of the Eva's grip, and fell into the open hands of Unit-00.
"Shinji-kun!" yelled Rei. Unit-00 skidded to a halt by Unit-01's side, holding the Replica Sword warily; the twelve MP-Evas leered at them, slowly circling. "Stand up!"
Shinji gasped for air, his breath short as the purple Evangelion slowly staggered to its feet. "That weapon…it did something…" The S2 Organ within his Eva churned and burned, regenerating the damaged tissue.
the sword stands against LILITH, the lance against ADAM
"It is the nature of the weapons they wield," answered Rei. "Somehow…they have managed to replicate the Lance of Longinus and the Sword of Uriel."
"Then you understand the implications." MP-01's bludgeon morphed into a spiraling bident, the tips wickedly sharp and piercing. With a harsh motion, the MP-Eva hurled the Replica Lance, aiming directly at Unit-00's head-
A sudden impulse roared through Shinji's brain, stepping up to face the oncoming weapon (it's moving so fast, how is it that fast?). An elbow to the torso shoved Unit-00 aside just enough for Unit-01 to move forward (Mother's voice was yelling frantically in the back of his head, the lance will kill her), and a single, all-encompassing thought embodied his actions: STOP!!!
The Lance slammed into Unit-01's AT-Field…and came to a screeching halt.
Without hesitation, Shinji took hold of the weapon, holding it tightly in front of him.
MP-02 actually laughed. "Ha! How bloody careless of you two, losing your weapons like that."
"It doesn't matter," said MP-09. "The outcome is inevitable." As he said those words, MP-01 and MP-06 stepped away; the other ten transformed their Replicas, half into Lances, half into Swords.
Unit-01 and Unit-00 stood side-by-side, holding their stolen weapons warily. Shinji glanced to his side, mentally opening up a window into Rei's Entry Plug. "…together."
Rei blinked. However, she eventually nodded in return. "Together."
together
As one, the ten MP-Evas swung their weapons.
As one, Unit-00 and Unit-01 lashed back.
KRAKA-CHYOOM!!!
AT-Fields chaotically intermingled as Angelic energy roiled and crackled within the Geofront, boiling away at the very air. Into the storm rushed the MP-Evas, clashing against the stalwart defenders of NERV-1.
Those who witnessed this battle would all have their own opinions, but they would all agree on one thing: this, was a war between gods.
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31.24, in which Kaworu reenacts a scene from F.E.A.R.
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Those who witnessed this battle would all have their own opinions, but they would all agree on one thing: this, was a war between gods.
And that's when artillery shells and rockets, courtesy of the UN, started rocking the interior of the Geofront.
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
The shaking was nonstop.
Misato Katsuragi grimaced, gripping the side of a computer terminal to keep from falling. "Structural integrity?!" she yelled at Hyuga.
"Still holding! Aftershock buffers are still operational!"
Grimacing, the Operations Director looked up; one of the flatscreen monitors was dislodged from its moorings, falling to the floor with a dreadful crash. "Do we have any readings on the battle?!"
"Too much interference! The MAGI can't comprehend any of the signals coming from the Evas!"
"How are our defenses holding up?"
"More units are starting to break through the access junctions," replied Aoba. "The Engineer's sentries are still providing a bulwark, but we've got footage of nephilim approaching Tokyo-3! ETA until the outer defenses fall: ten minutes!"
It was to this cacophony of barely-panicked shouting and rumbling metal that Kozou Fuyutsuki decided to activate Gendo Ikari's other contingency. Raising a hand to his earpiece, Fuyutsuki said, "Agent Kurosawa. Agent Mifune. This is Sub-Director Fuyutsuki. Release the Fourth Child."
xxxx
/Medical Ward, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"…understood sir." The black-clad Section 2 agent looked at his partner, standing at the other side of the cot containing Kaworu Nagisa. "Undo the restraints."
The duo calmly began undoing the wards that bound the nephilim in place, their movements tense and uncertain. Understandable: this was the vessel of the Final Angel's soul, and he was mere days removed from assaulting the First Branch. However, orders were orders…and judging by the horrific quaking and echoing gunshots that could be heard down distant corridors, drastic measures were required.
In a matter of three minutes, Kaworu Nagisa was on his feet, rubbing gingerly at his wrists. His Plug Suit felt strangely cramped, as though the material had lost some of its elasticity. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be worn for days on end…oh well. "Thank you."
"Just do whatever the Sub-Director requires of you," muttered Mifune.
"Oh, don't worry…I know where to go."
The door suddenly slid open, and a soldier in the dark garb of the UN took in the situation at a glance. "CONTACT!" he shouted for his fellows down the hall, raising his rifle.
As the Section 2 agents withdrew their pistols, Kaworu casually waved his hand at the soldier.
SPLURT.
The mere extension of his AT-Field was enough to pulverize the soldier, his body splattering against the opposite wall in the corridor.
"…what the…?"
At Agent Kurosawa's dumbfounded expression, Kaworu smiled sadly. "I may be deprived of my true body, but my Soul is still intact…and this form, meager though it may be, is still able to utilize some of my true power." He turned on his heel, slowly walking into the hall. "From flesh unlimited, to a limited prison…but will it still be so, when I reach the end…?" The ashen-haired boy continued on, humming quietly to himself, purposefully ignorant of the bullets bouncing off of his AT-Field.
The sound of gunfire was punctuated by wet splashes.
Once all was silent, the two Section 2 agents peered into the hall…and paled.
The corridor was covered with red, the pristine walls and floor of the Medical Ward painted a macabre color. The only remnants of the JSSDF soldiers were their fatigues, weapons, and body armor, lying limply and bereft of the human flesh that they had once adorned.
And Kaworu Nagisa, the vessel of Tabris, strolled along, with not a spot on him.
And that's when artillery shells and rockets, courtesy of the UN, started rocking the interior of the Geofront.
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
The shaking was nonstop.
Misato Katsuragi grimaced, gripping the side of a computer terminal to keep from falling. "Structural integrity?!" she yelled at Hyuga.
"Still holding! Aftershock buffers are still operational!"
Grimacing, the Operations Director looked up; one of the flatscreen monitors was dislodged from its moorings, falling to the floor with a dreadful crash. "Do we have any readings on the battle?!"
"Too much interference! The MAGI can't comprehend any of the signals coming from the Evas!"
"How are our defenses holding up?"
"More units are starting to break through the access junctions," replied Aoba. "The Engineer's sentries are still providing a bulwark, but we've got footage of nephilim approaching Tokyo-3! ETA until the outer defenses fall: ten minutes!"
It was to this cacophony of barely-panicked shouting and rumbling metal that Kozou Fuyutsuki decided to activate Gendo Ikari's other contingency. Raising a hand to his earpiece, Fuyutsuki said, "Agent Kurosawa. Agent Mifune. This is Sub-Director Fuyutsuki. Release the Fourth Child."
xxxx
/Medical Ward, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"…understood sir." The black-clad Section 2 agent looked at his partner, standing at the other side of the cot containing Kaworu Nagisa. "Undo the restraints."
The duo calmly began undoing the wards that bound the nephilim in place, their movements tense and uncertain. Understandable: this was the vessel of the Final Angel's soul, and he was mere days removed from assaulting the First Branch. However, orders were orders…and judging by the horrific quaking and echoing gunshots that could be heard down distant corridors, drastic measures were required.
In a matter of three minutes, Kaworu Nagisa was on his feet, rubbing gingerly at his wrists. His Plug Suit felt strangely cramped, as though the material had lost some of its elasticity. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be worn for days on end…oh well. "Thank you."
"Just do whatever the Sub-Director requires of you," muttered Mifune.
"Oh, don't worry…I know where to go."
The door suddenly slid open, and a soldier in the dark garb of the UN took in the situation at a glance. "CONTACT!" he shouted for his fellows down the hall, raising his rifle.
As the Section 2 agents withdrew their pistols, Kaworu casually waved his hand at the soldier.
SPLURT.
The mere extension of his AT-Field was enough to pulverize the soldier, his body splattering against the opposite wall in the corridor.
"…what the…?"
At Agent Kurosawa's dumbfounded expression, Kaworu smiled sadly. "I may be deprived of my true body, but my Soul is still intact…and this form, meager though it may be, is still able to utilize some of my true power." He turned on his heel, slowly walking into the hall. "From flesh unlimited, to a limited prison…but will it still be so, when I reach the end…?" The ashen-haired boy continued on, humming quietly to himself, purposefully ignorant of the bullets bouncing off of his AT-Field.
The sound of gunfire was punctuated by wet splashes.
Once all was silent, the two Section 2 agents peered into the hall…and paled.
The corridor was covered with red, the pristine walls and floor of the Medical Ward painted a macabre color. The only remnants of the JSSDF soldiers were their fatigues, weapons, and body armor, lying limply and bereft of the human flesh that they had once adorned.
And Kaworu Nagisa, the vessel of Tabris, strolled along, with not a spot on him.
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31.25, in which the Jet Alone has its Crowning Moment of Awesome.
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/Geofront, Tokyo-3/
a storm of fury and arrogance
Rei Ayanami grimaced as she ducked down, raising her Replica Sword to block MP-02's gunmetal bident streaking towards her shoulder. With seamless dexterity, Unit-00 rolled to the side, barely dodging another wave of energy from MP-08's Replica Lance. With a wordless growl, Rei willed her AT-Field to explode; swinging the gunmetal zweihander around, a wave of blazing orange erupted from her Eva, pushing her five opponents away. Focus.
The entire battlefield was fraught with peril. The energy being thrown about by all of the Evangelions was seemingly warping the air within the Geofront, adding an otherworldly feel to the whole affair.
a single step in the wrong direction
I know. I will cease to exist.
As if their opponents weren't deadly enough, the entire Geofront was being bombed from afar, pelted by heavy shells and rockets. Some exploded harmlessly off of their AT-Fields; the rest smashed into the ground, making their footing ever more treacherous.
Unit-00 backstepped, narrowly missing the downward stab from the airborne MP-04.
behind
Reaching behind, Unit-00's fist slammed into MP-11's throat. The white Eva gagged, the bulbous gray tongue protruding sickly-
RIP.
Unit-00 gripped onto the slimy organ, ripping it out of the beast's maw. "Gah!!! You whore-!"
POW!
A vicious sidekick sent MP-11 soaring.
"Vicious, aren't you."
Unit-00 leapt away from the downward kick of MP-10, the collision sending visible waves through the earth. "And it will not avail you!" The white Eva punched the air, sending massive fists of orange that slammed into Unit-00's AT-Field. MP-08 and MP-04 stepped up from behind, thrusting their Lances forward: twin beams of light erupted, which her Eva barely evaded.
Grimacing, Rei held out her free hand (bleed away the force, convert the leftover kinetic energy back to potential); Unit-00 grabbed a shell before it crashed into the ground. She tossed it (let the energy return to its original state) at the gathered MP-Evas; rather than dodging, they let the explosion brush off harmlessly against their AT-Fields.
...how vexing.
Unit-00 raised her Replica Sword, blocking the strikes of MP-02 and MP-11. The sheer force pushed her back by over a hundred meters; with some annoyance, she noted that MP-11's tongue had regenerated.
...VERY vexing. Rei chanced a brief glance towards Shinji-kun's position; Unit-01 was swinging the Replica Lance with abandon, lashing out with arcs of crackling energy that his five opponents were far more wary of (his lance can kill them instantly if it hits). Thanks to his greater sync ratio with Unit-01, Shinji-kun's method of dodging was to teleport from one position to the next, dodging strikes from the Replica Swords and the UN's artillery. He will be fine. I must trust in him. She looked back at her enemies, who were grinning viciously-
"BOOYAH!!!"
A comet of orange slammed into the side of MP-11, the collision knocking it into the other four. As the Evas fell over in a sprawl of limbs, the comet faded away leaving a most surprising sight. "Kirishima-san?"
The Burning Gundam flashed a 'V for Victory' sign at her. "You look like you need a hand."
"Sister! Incoming!" shouted Yamagishi.
MP-11 roared, fists slamming downward towards the Jet Alone. "Annoying pest!" howled the MP-Eva, slashing furiously at the diminutive Gundam.
Grimacing, Rei willed Unit-00 to advance, only to pause as the other four MP-Evas stepped in front of her. "You are in my way!"
Her enemies leered, and lunged at her.
I'm sorry Kirishima-san, Yamagishi-san. Unit-00 raised its Replica Sword. You will have to face it alone!
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"Give me telemetry on the Jet Alone!" roared Misato.
"Power reserves are holding at thirty-eight percent, and dwindling rapidly!" answered Miyata.
Behind the command staff, Hikari Kirishima stared pointedly at Shiro Tokita. "They won't be able to stay on the battlefield for much longer."
"I know. We couldn't do as much long-term testing of the Super Mode's effect on the fuel cells as we wanted to."
"...it's funny, though. To think this all began with a fight against Eva. And here we are again."
"It's not quite the same though," murmured Tokita, a strangely serious look in his eyes. "The JET ALONE Project was founded to be an alternative to Eva, true...but throughout it all, I always dreamed that the Jet Alone wouldn't just be an equal...but superior."
xxxx
/Geofront, Tokyo-3/
"ENOUGH OF THIS!" howled MP-11. Its horrific mouth widened...
BWONG!!!
...and a stream of concussive force slammed into the Burning Gundam. The Jet Alone's AT-Field flashed, barely holding as it was driven into the ground.
"Fuel cells are still dwindling, sister," said Mayumi, sounding vaguely nervous.
"...hey sis," growled Mana, straining against the sheer force of the MP-Eva's attack, "look up my Finishing Move index, numbers three and five."
Mayumi hastily typed at her waterproof keyboard, pulling up the index in question...and paused, looking stoically at the monitor. "These aren't feasible. Not even our combined AT-Fields would be enough to channel the charged particles-"
"What if we both went into Overdrive?"
"...hmm. It's possible."
"Worth a shot. We're losing power anyway...so we should give it our all!"
"...very well. Let's do it."
"OKAY! ENGAGE HYPER MODE!" The two sisters roared, their skin glowing white as their eyes began to glow.
At that very same moment, the Burning Gundam seemed to shine a blazing gold, its six wings flaring with a ring of charged particles. The Gundam's right hand grabbed the handle of the beam saber, even as it seemed to burn. Through the might of their souls, amplified by the nanomachines of Iruel, they willed the charged particles to flow around the pink saber. "HERE WE GO!" roared Mana. "ERUPTING!" The saber grew. "BURNING!!" The Burning Gundam now held a massive red blade of energy, over seventy meters long. "SABER!!!" With a foreboding swing, the blade slashed through the MP-Eva.
MP-11 gurgled, purple blood leaking horrifically from the diagonal cut. Dropping its Replica Lance, the Eva pressed its hands against its sides, trying to keep itself from splitting apart. "Regenerate...regenerate...!"
"And now for the finisher!" roared Mana. The Burning Gundam deactivated the beam saber, bringing both hands back. Fields of orange hexagons overlapped the burning palms, concentrating the charged particles even more. "SEKIHA!" To all who were watching, it was as though the Jet Alone held the sun itself. "TEN! KYO!! KEN!!!!!!" The Burning Gundam thrust its hands forward, launching the flickering orb of ethereal fire and plasma at the MP-Eva.
BOOOOM!!!
The whole of the Eva's torso burned away, S2 Organ, Core, and all. A putrid gurgle trickled from the beast's mouth...and then it fell, limbs and head scorched to a crisp.
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
Misato Katsuragi whistled. "...damn."
Hikari Kirishima blinked. "That was...honestly impressive." She looked over at Tokita...and paused.
The man had the biggest grin: jaw open, teeth showing, and fists held up in sheer, giddy joy. Even his eyes were sparkling. "I am so happy right now," he whispered.
Kirishima rolled her eyes. "But that...is not impressive."
"You cannot take this away from me."
a storm of fury and arrogance
Rei Ayanami grimaced as she ducked down, raising her Replica Sword to block MP-02's gunmetal bident streaking towards her shoulder. With seamless dexterity, Unit-00 rolled to the side, barely dodging another wave of energy from MP-08's Replica Lance. With a wordless growl, Rei willed her AT-Field to explode; swinging the gunmetal zweihander around, a wave of blazing orange erupted from her Eva, pushing her five opponents away. Focus.
The entire battlefield was fraught with peril. The energy being thrown about by all of the Evangelions was seemingly warping the air within the Geofront, adding an otherworldly feel to the whole affair.
a single step in the wrong direction
I know. I will cease to exist.
As if their opponents weren't deadly enough, the entire Geofront was being bombed from afar, pelted by heavy shells and rockets. Some exploded harmlessly off of their AT-Fields; the rest smashed into the ground, making their footing ever more treacherous.
Unit-00 backstepped, narrowly missing the downward stab from the airborne MP-04.
behind
Reaching behind, Unit-00's fist slammed into MP-11's throat. The white Eva gagged, the bulbous gray tongue protruding sickly-
RIP.
Unit-00 gripped onto the slimy organ, ripping it out of the beast's maw. "Gah!!! You whore-!"
POW!
A vicious sidekick sent MP-11 soaring.
"Vicious, aren't you."
Unit-00 leapt away from the downward kick of MP-10, the collision sending visible waves through the earth. "And it will not avail you!" The white Eva punched the air, sending massive fists of orange that slammed into Unit-00's AT-Field. MP-08 and MP-04 stepped up from behind, thrusting their Lances forward: twin beams of light erupted, which her Eva barely evaded.
Grimacing, Rei held out her free hand (bleed away the force, convert the leftover kinetic energy back to potential); Unit-00 grabbed a shell before it crashed into the ground. She tossed it (let the energy return to its original state) at the gathered MP-Evas; rather than dodging, they let the explosion brush off harmlessly against their AT-Fields.
...how vexing.
Unit-00 raised her Replica Sword, blocking the strikes of MP-02 and MP-11. The sheer force pushed her back by over a hundred meters; with some annoyance, she noted that MP-11's tongue had regenerated.
...VERY vexing. Rei chanced a brief glance towards Shinji-kun's position; Unit-01 was swinging the Replica Lance with abandon, lashing out with arcs of crackling energy that his five opponents were far more wary of (his lance can kill them instantly if it hits). Thanks to his greater sync ratio with Unit-01, Shinji-kun's method of dodging was to teleport from one position to the next, dodging strikes from the Replica Swords and the UN's artillery. He will be fine. I must trust in him. She looked back at her enemies, who were grinning viciously-
"BOOYAH!!!"
A comet of orange slammed into the side of MP-11, the collision knocking it into the other four. As the Evas fell over in a sprawl of limbs, the comet faded away leaving a most surprising sight. "Kirishima-san?"
The Burning Gundam flashed a 'V for Victory' sign at her. "You look like you need a hand."
"Sister! Incoming!" shouted Yamagishi.
MP-11 roared, fists slamming downward towards the Jet Alone. "Annoying pest!" howled the MP-Eva, slashing furiously at the diminutive Gundam.
Grimacing, Rei willed Unit-00 to advance, only to pause as the other four MP-Evas stepped in front of her. "You are in my way!"
Her enemies leered, and lunged at her.
I'm sorry Kirishima-san, Yamagishi-san. Unit-00 raised its Replica Sword. You will have to face it alone!
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"Give me telemetry on the Jet Alone!" roared Misato.
"Power reserves are holding at thirty-eight percent, and dwindling rapidly!" answered Miyata.
Behind the command staff, Hikari Kirishima stared pointedly at Shiro Tokita. "They won't be able to stay on the battlefield for much longer."
"I know. We couldn't do as much long-term testing of the Super Mode's effect on the fuel cells as we wanted to."
"...it's funny, though. To think this all began with a fight against Eva. And here we are again."
"It's not quite the same though," murmured Tokita, a strangely serious look in his eyes. "The JET ALONE Project was founded to be an alternative to Eva, true...but throughout it all, I always dreamed that the Jet Alone wouldn't just be an equal...but superior."
xxxx
/Geofront, Tokyo-3/
"ENOUGH OF THIS!" howled MP-11. Its horrific mouth widened...
BWONG!!!
...and a stream of concussive force slammed into the Burning Gundam. The Jet Alone's AT-Field flashed, barely holding as it was driven into the ground.
"Fuel cells are still dwindling, sister," said Mayumi, sounding vaguely nervous.
"...hey sis," growled Mana, straining against the sheer force of the MP-Eva's attack, "look up my Finishing Move index, numbers three and five."
Mayumi hastily typed at her waterproof keyboard, pulling up the index in question...and paused, looking stoically at the monitor. "These aren't feasible. Not even our combined AT-Fields would be enough to channel the charged particles-"
"What if we both went into Overdrive?"
"...hmm. It's possible."
"Worth a shot. We're losing power anyway...so we should give it our all!"
"...very well. Let's do it."
"OKAY! ENGAGE HYPER MODE!" The two sisters roared, their skin glowing white as their eyes began to glow.
At that very same moment, the Burning Gundam seemed to shine a blazing gold, its six wings flaring with a ring of charged particles. The Gundam's right hand grabbed the handle of the beam saber, even as it seemed to burn. Through the might of their souls, amplified by the nanomachines of Iruel, they willed the charged particles to flow around the pink saber. "HERE WE GO!" roared Mana. "ERUPTING!" The saber grew. "BURNING!!" The Burning Gundam now held a massive red blade of energy, over seventy meters long. "SABER!!!" With a foreboding swing, the blade slashed through the MP-Eva.
MP-11 gurgled, purple blood leaking horrifically from the diagonal cut. Dropping its Replica Lance, the Eva pressed its hands against its sides, trying to keep itself from splitting apart. "Regenerate...regenerate...!"
"And now for the finisher!" roared Mana. The Burning Gundam deactivated the beam saber, bringing both hands back. Fields of orange hexagons overlapped the burning palms, concentrating the charged particles even more. "SEKIHA!" To all who were watching, it was as though the Jet Alone held the sun itself. "TEN! KYO!! KEN!!!!!!" The Burning Gundam thrust its hands forward, launching the flickering orb of ethereal fire and plasma at the MP-Eva.
BOOOOM!!!
The whole of the Eva's torso burned away, S2 Organ, Core, and all. A putrid gurgle trickled from the beast's mouth...and then it fell, limbs and head scorched to a crisp.
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
Misato Katsuragi whistled. "...damn."
Hikari Kirishima blinked. "That was...honestly impressive." She looked over at Tokita...and paused.
The man had the biggest grin: jaw open, teeth showing, and fists held up in sheer, giddy joy. Even his eyes were sparkling. "I am so happy right now," he whispered.
Kirishima rolled her eyes. "But that...is not impressive."
"You cannot take this away from me."
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So whom did Mana and Mayumi just gib? I never could keep track of SEELE's membership. 
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So whom did Mana and Mayumi just gib? I never could keep track of SEELE's membership.
He was never actually identified as anyone beyond SEELE-11.
01 is Keel Lorenz. 02 is Stanley Morrison. 05 is Marvin Cleveland. 06 is Katsuhito Ikari. 07 is Augustin Fourier. 10 is Vladimir Putin.
I think I may have made a vague implication in an older episode that SEELE-03 was from China.
Aside from that, the other SEELE members have never been identified.
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Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
Shinji Ikari is in a punch up with Vladamir Putin.
I shall now giggle myself to sleep this evening.
I shall now giggle myself to sleep this evening.
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