Evangelion: The World Set Free

[TheNaut131]

The ice, the cold, everywhere. His cylindrical throne and handle like hand rest nearly resembled that of an entry plug. His guards were by his side, holding there poles firmly. At first he thought of himself as king, but soon realized he was but a mere prince. With an unknown enemy charging at him straight at his throne. The prince stood slowly, almost bored, and rose his hand. The enemy began to slow down, slowly being frozen, and then came to a complete halt before crumpling under it's own weight.

"Needs work."

"And you need to wake up!"

Alexander awoke with a jolt as his brother was floating a couple of inches away from his bed. A few seconds later, he faded away and Alexander felt himself being strapped into the passenger seat as Samuel took control of Alexander's body.

"Castor, what the hell are you doing?"

"Hey, be lucky I didn't just take it without your permission. Unless you enjoy the idea of waking up on a speeding moped. First off, Piggy needs our help. That little mission to get to Owen's computer remember. He already has Addison, probably keeping her somewhere where she won't spazz out and hurt herself."

Samuel strapped on the goggles and helmet, revving the moped a bit. He liked the feel of it.

"What? Listen, I want in on this to, but I don't think I can go anywhere near Addison. and I doubt she wants to see me. She panicked when I told her how I felt. She didn't leave awkwardly, she didn't friendzone me. She. panicked. I can't deal with that right now-"

"Irrelevant. Sorry if I'm sounding robotic but you've got to act fast. Owen and co are returning from disposing of Chris's eva. This is the only clear opening for awhile. I already called him while you were asleep, and by the sound in part of his voice, plus what his sis has told me about him, he's probably gotten impatient and is going for it. We need to round up the rest of the gang fast. Rev is in, and Charlie hints that Aiber may join as well. Not too sure about Leonidas."

Samuel sped down the road, traffic slowing him down to nearly a crawl. Bored with this, he decided to take a few backstreets and alleys.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. When-HOW could you call Piggy, while I was asleep? Did you take control agai-you spoke with his sister? He has an actual sister? How long was I asleep and how did you even find-wait, who the hell is Charlie?"

"I'll explain later. Point is that we're on our way to NERV, but we need to find-"

"Rev!"

"Well yes, and Aiber-"

"No, Rev right down this street!"

Samuel pulled over and gave control back to Alexander, who promptly got off his moped and ran over to Rev. Rev looked up from his phone, slightly confused.

"I was trying to call Addison when I got your message. What's going on? I saw you're little Romeo moment down at the shop, got my own treat, left after trying not to gag or cheer you on, and a few minutes later she ran up to me-"

"Um, yeah don't worry about that right now. Piggy found her and I think he's about to try and get to Laurence's computer. If he's gonna do it, I wanna be there too."

Samuel quickly took over Alexander's voice.

"And see what we can get off the computers."

He lifted the usb around Alexander's neck, and showed it to Rev. He gave control back to Alexander.

"So,um, yeah, that's the plan."

Alexander eyed the sleeping cat for a moment as Samuel took over once more.

"And yes, you can bring your new friend."

Spoiler: OOC

Alexander has a strange dream involving ice and meets up with Rev, planning to meet up with Piggy at NERV

 

[CJ1145]

Rev stood in a daze, watching as Alexander rambled. He couldn't help but let Mikhael poke through and get a view of what in the hell was going on. Everything happened so fast he couldn't even begin to understand what he was saying. It was almost like there were two people talking at once, trying to share a voice. He found his eyes darting to the left and right, almost like two different little angels or demons were on Pollux's shoulders, arguing over just what he should say and do.

What really worried him, however, was the things that were said in response to him. Of course his acquaintance--as much as he'd like it to change they weren't really friends--had given him a satisfactory answer.

The problem was, he never asked the question out loud.

His mind processed a hundred different possibilities for what had happened. The most probable was that he did say it, but his mind didn't register him saying it. The least probable? Pollux could read minds. Then again, by the standards of most of what he'd seen that wasn't very improbable at all. He suddenly remembered the cat as Pollux noted it. He looked up to the sleeping little critter on his shoulder and tickled its chin with a finger.

"I guess I need to name this thing, don't I? Hm... it can wait."

He took a confident step forward, dragging Pollux back to the moped and hopping on the back. "Hurry up. If this is getting done then we don't want to miss the party."

He knew that Fifteen would show up. He needed to be the one to meet her. For everyone's sake.

Spoiler: OOC

Rev is shocked that Pollux seems to be able to respond to what he says before he says it. He brushes it off in favor of getting to the mission quickly, partially so he can ensure nobody hurts Fifteen in the confusion.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Is this what drove the other Addison's crazy? Was this the big push that drove them over edge?

Addison sat on the edge of the bridge facing down into the shimmering waters below. It was a dark-blue, nearly picture worthy. Her legs dangled in the wind, like slim wind chimes moving to and fro whenever the breeze picked up.

She was going to jump. She would drown and another Addison would replace her if Fifteen hadn't already. Either that or break her neck on impact and they would have to kill her.

Addison inched closer, and closer. She was at peace with it because she was expendable after all. That's what they all were, expendable.

Another would take their place, and like a well-oiled machine the gears would roll on again. They wouldn't question who came before them or what would become of them after but only focus on now. The others were probably looking for her, wondering where she is or what is going to happen. The scientists would be too, and NERV as well.

Wind howled and Addison almost leaned over the edge. She gripped the railing, nearly bending it to her will. Something still grabbed onto her, begging herself not to do it. It was an odd feeling. Her body worked against her again, telling her to wait before taking the big plunge. She needed do something but Addison didn't know what.

Was it to say goodbye to Pollux?
Addison was sure that she didn't want to see her after what she did but something deep inside made her feel obligated to do just that. At least to show him a good time before she committed suicide. A twisted "thanks for everything" sort of idea that made Addison push herself from ledge and get back on the walkway wrapping itself along the road.

Addison checked her phone to find several messages from the members on her team. Rev was one of the missed calls and to mention Piggy.

Soon Addison was in front of the NERV building after taking her own route from the bridge. She leaned against the building, tapping her finger in a rhythmic fashion waiting for the others to say and think what to say to them.

Spoiler: OOC

After eluding Rev, Addison goes to a large bridge contemplating suicide. She decides otherwise and reads all the messages that she's been getting from Rev and the others. Soon she is at NERV, waiting for the others to get there.

 

[ZapperX]

Lisa frowned as she looked out to the flashing cameras pointed at her and Aiber. Her head instinctively dropped, not wanting to look into the numerous sets of eyes gazing at her, nor the mouths yelling at her. It had slipped her mind that with her status as 'One of the Six Teenage Saviours of the World' brought fame with it. Neo-Spartan training had prepared her for everything, evolving Angels, insubordinate pilots, how to avoid devolving into a mass of LCL fluid... But it didn't make her ready for the scrutiny of the public. She hated the thought of having her every move watched by the world, if not just Africa and England. Worst of all, she was walking out of a hotel room with Aiber! Of course they weren't holding hands or anything of the sort, but the implications were obvious. She wasn't ashamed, per se, he had been a great stress relief to her, but just uncomfortable that the whole planet knew who she was bedding. She liked it better at the Neo-Spartan facility, where no one really talked about their sexual experiences, making it a surprise with every guy, and girl, that she had ever slept with.

The reporters snapped photos of her and called out their names. How did they know she was Ms. Leonidas anyway? Wasn't her identity a secret? She was beleaguered by questions as she pushed through the crowd, head still down. She heard the conservative reporters, "What's the status of your relationship?" "How does it feel to know that the children of the world are watching you do this?" "Do you plan to fight if you become pregnant?" and the liberal ones, "Care to explain the millions incurred in property damage by your fights?" "How many innocents do you let die beforeyou stop those monstrosities?" "Where does all the money spent on your programs go?" She reviled them all. They were alive, tha is to her. They ought to be thankful.

It was some time later when she had returned to her room at headquarters. She had gone to exercise, eaten a light meal, and thoroughly exhausted herself. The mental toll of the reporters along with the physical toll of her experience with Aiber left her begging for rest. She plopped down on her bed, taking off only her jacket before she layed herself down. She took a sleeping pill from her pocket, which brought her tired body to rest immediately. Her eyes hastily closed as she thought back to Aiber with a smirk. Just before she fell completely asleep, the last thought in her consciousmind was, 'I wonder if that Alex kid would be any good...'

Spoiler: OOC

Lisa evades the reporters and returns to headquarters, showing an interesting bedding Pollux before going to sleep.

 

[CJ1145]

As little drones buzzed in and out of NERV HQ, going about their precious tasks, no one noticed a small moped putter along to the front of the building. Alexander and Mikhael stepped off of the poor man's motorbike, feline friend in tow. The philosopher did not wait for his comrade before he began walking up to the building. He was lost in thought, about many things. The first, of course, was his teammates.

He had spent a lot of time learning of them. He kept a mental notebook of their various personalities, who to treat carefully and who to joke at. He didn't particularly care for subtlety on most days, and made the same approach toward almost all of them. But he felt it was a good idea for when a situation became serious enough to forgo humor. Still, that was a situation he never wanted to imagine. Pollux and Addison were open-and-shut cases for him, for the most part. He had spent a lot of time with them during the weeks between Eva attacks. Neither seemed to particularly care for him, but he was OK with that. As morbid as it was, he had accepted he was probably going to go through life mostly unloved.

He stopped for a moment to contemplate his own train of thought. He thought it odd, remembering the words he had said to the Angel. He had spoke with such certainty, a positive assertion of humanity's victory, and even still he could not bring himself to look at his own situation with any optimism. If he could lie to himself about the war, why couldn't he do it about his own life? He considered telling himself that everything would work out, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was too grim, even for him to try it. The best he could do was hope that maybe he'd get a happy ending. This time.

...

Rev sat on the edge of a cliff. Down below was his hometown. A small place, isolated from the rest of the world. For miles around there was nothing but wilderness. A perfect place for adventure. New sights, sounds, and smells every day. And of course, he always had someone to share it with. To his left sat the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Her light brown hair framed a pair of crystal blue eyes, staring off at the brilliant red and orange sunset gracing the valley they lived in. Her hand rested on his, like silk against his, and warm.

But this was not a happy sunset. He watched her, a shamed expression on his face. She was trying, and failing, to keep herself from crying. Tears dropped off of her ruby-red cheeks down to the trees below them.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she asked him.

"I didn't know how to say it. I guess I was hoping there was some way I could get out of it, escape it... but I can't. I have to go with them. Save the world, I guess."

"And leave us all behind?"

He paused, unsure of what to say. "...Yeah."

"Is this why you brought me out here?"

"No! I mean, yes, but... it's not that simple!" he insisted. "I wanted our last day together to be special. To mean something. You always said you wanted to see our town from the sky. And... well, I can't fly a plane, so I thought this was the closest we could get."

She looked over at him, dead in the eye. Her face was the embodiment of confusion. Rage, sorrow, and a bit of amusement mixed up her expression as she tried to think of what to do. She leaned forward, and her eyes closed. Rev braced, and expected her to kiss him. But she didn't. She threw her face into his breast and cried. Her eyes poured out fountains of tears as she cried. He held as close as he could.

They were there all night, until the early morning, when the agents came for him.

Mikhael took a deep breath, and stepped into the HQ to find Piggy. Time for Round 2, Life.

Spoiler: OOC

Rev questions his self-doubt, and remembers his last day of his old life. He becomes determined to earn himself a happy ending this time.

 

[Viking Incognito]

Aiber pushed his way past the crowd losing sight of Lisa in the process. When he got to the other side of the throng he said in the tone of voice his father would have used

"You know I would love to answer all of your questions but there are just 3 problems. One: it's none of your business how I spend my spare time or who I spend it with, Two: Even the youngest pilot could tell you are asking someone who would have no reason to know the answers to your questions, in this case me, so that it looks like we are holding out which somehow supports your self-righteous agenda, and Three: The other pilots and I are just kids. We are kids who get sent out to fight hellish giant monsters, putting our lives on the line for the common good, and as you saw a few days ago, we don't always come back."

"So you're saying you're better than us?" a pudgy man in a brown suit piped in to a microphone.

"I'm saying that if you want to skewer a public figure to up your ratings. Pick one who didn't just literally prevent human extinction."

With that Aiber walked away. He had enough excitement for one day and decided to head back to Nerv. He hailed a cab and had it drop him off at the entrance, where he was about to go inside, but he saw Addison hanging around.

"Hey, I haven't seen you since the battle. What's up?" he called out to her.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Addison eyed the Neo-Spartan. He had an air of rebellion in his breath, more prevalent in the way he walked as well. He walked tall but there was something about the way he did so that made her question why he sought to approach her like this. She didn't like Neo-Spartans but she could tolerate them.

From her point of view, all of them were brash and psychopathic meat heads that would better serve as meat shields than human beings. It is what they were trained to do anyway but they still were damn good pilots.

"Nothing..." Addison got up from her leaning stance, rustled by the Neo-Spartan. She went in the building, and she didn't care if the boy followed at her heels. Addison could hear him anyways, his steps were so loud.

"Did you get Piggy's message too?" Addison asked, keeping an eye out for that kid among the throng of NERV employees and guards that always seemed to be moving about the place.

 

[TheNaut131]

Alexander stood outside of NERV as Rev broke off and entered NERV HQ. He would've been right behind him, if it wasn't for the things he'd said right as he walked away. Alexander had heard Rev talking about the other team, even something along the lines of Addison and him not really caring for Mikhael, which though partially true, wasn't something someone usually aloud. He'd also faintly heard something about a happy ending. Alexander was about to respond when he noticed something else was off.

NERV was a bit louder than usual. He could hear the voices of the constantly working NERV workers, officers, engineers, scientist and that like, but there were strange words in between. While someone was thanking an officer for helping them with a task, an officer would be cursing them out. One female scientist admitting that that one guy in lab B3 was pretty handsome while he mentioned something along the lines of undressing her. Each conversation seemed oblivious to the words being passed around. Plus, Alexander didn't see the words being formed by the lips of the speaker. He figured it was all the voices around him drowning and overlapping each other, causing him to misunderstand a few things. He thought nothing of it.

"Now, wheres Piggy? Might as well see if I can catch up to Rev and try to find him together. But then again, Addison's probably around here somewhere and that could cause...issues."

Alexander tried not to let it show as he walked through officers and rushing scientist, but he was still pretty shaken by the experience earlier that day. He didn't know what he'd say if he ran into her, and wasn't sure how she'd react. Alexander tried to ignore the feeling.

"Samuel, any idea what I should do."

"Hold on a sec." The room got a bit quieter but then rose in volume again. "Goddamn interference! You'll just have to deal with it. Okay, there's no angel detected, you weren't called here, and there's a good chance you and your friends are being watched. So, immediately grouping up with the whole team would seem weird. Not enough to get you locked up or anything, just enough to have an officer say, 'What are all the hotshots doing here?.' for a bit, they'll just think you're walking around or that someone called you here for synch testing or something, but after awhile you'll be questioned. Especially with it getting late."

Deal with what? Alexander had noticed Samuel's weird speech pattern and was finally putting things together. He'd have to talk to him about it later, for now Samuel did have a good point. Then again, why would NERV distrust the people slightly in charge of keeping them employed and keeping them alive?

"Castor, I doubt NERV is that paranoid, but whatever. I'll go with it. But, I'll have to coordinate with someone? Where is everyone anyway?"

Alexander felt a few strange pulses in his head, and a moment later Samuel responded.

"Well, it appears that Aiber ran into Addison, Rev is bound to meet up with Piggy, and Miss Leonidas appears to be in her quarters, here at HQ."

Samuel paused for a bit.

"Alright, Coffin, thanks for the update. What? Fine, fine, fine, "The Coffin." Alright I know where to find her. You should be careful though, Pollux. She is currently asleep."

"Alrighty then. Lets go."

Samuel took control of Alexander's legs and began walking off in a certain direction. Alexander was amazed and intrigued by this, Samuel was able to match Alexander's stride perfectly, if perhaps a bit jerky due to Alexander still having up control. "The Coffin." Another strange name. Sis, Charlie, and now The Coffin. Samuel had a lot to explain, but for now, Alexander was focused on either getting Leonidas to follow along with their plan or use her as a distraction.

And praying he wouldn't run into Addison.

Spoiler

Alexander notices more voices in NERV and a few strange things from Rev. He begins to understands what Samuel is saying, but still needs a bit more information. Alexander also plans to meet up with Lisa.

And no, he won't be sexing her up...she can try though.

 

[hiei82]

Alastor could feel him. It was subtle, hidden by instinct more than skill, and weak. Weak compared to he rest of his brothers and sisters anyway. It touched his mind, reaching out for new information. At first, Alastor thought it just another of his siblings, gaining information before it began it's siege on the Lilim, until he heard it's voice; it was not hunting for information, it was asking for it. The being spoke with the Lilim and the angelic reflections they had chained to their will.

Alastor felt a strange sensation. His host had called it "curiosity" - a desire for knowledge at nearly any cost. The mind was too far away to speak to it properly and Alastor had little desire to do so. It was still too young and inexperienced to grasp it's errors, and with only the barest sense of an identity he feared his divine presence might snuff the untrained mind from creation. So instead, he listened.

It called out to the one of the Lilim's pets, those "Evangelion" as the Lilim liked to call them. To Alastor's surprise, the beast responded, not out of fear or compulsion as he had known the pet's to do, but by it's own will. Alastor could not help but gawk. How had one of his siblings managed to convince the Evangelions to speak? What trick had he used?

Alastor pushed further, trying to find the mind, but stopped himself when he felt the creature take notice of his presence, such as one might an odd sound. Alastor hid his mind deep, such that he would not be detected easily. He ignored the world around him and focused on the voices, on the fragile minds, for "fragile" was the only word appropriate for the young sibling.

His instincts proved good: the consciousness seemed to dismiss Alastor's sudden intrusion, taking it to be just another of the "thoughts" those Lilim so often had. Alastor again pushed forward, careful to stay "downwind" of the psyche, moving further and further into it's range. Closer and closer he drew, each of his steps increasing the sense of tension in his core, until finally he could hear it properly.

[b/][i/]"...around or that someone called you here for synch testing or something, but after awhile you'll be questioned. Especially with it getting late."[/i][/b]

The mind was speaking to someone directly. Was it perhaps another of the offspring of Adam the Doomsayer's had made - speaking to it's host to advance their arcane goals?

[b/][i/]"Well, it appears that Aiber ran into Addison, Rev is bound to meet up with Piggy, and Miss Leonidas appears to be in her quarters, here at HQ."[/i][/b]

The words were familiar. Alastor reached into his hosts mind and withdrew the required information - they were the names of the beast masters of Seele. The revelation confused him. The Doomsayer's had no need to implant one of the "pilots" - they were better off living in ignorance of the Doomsayer's machinations. What would cause them to change their desires so suddenly and so drastically?

[b/][i/]"Alright, Coffin, thanks for the update. What? Fine, fine, fine, "The Coffin." Alright I know where to find her. You should be careful though, Pollux. She is currently asleep."[/i][/b]

It did not serve them! The mind was like his, but free! It aided it's host, but it did so of it's own will! How had a "Tattletale" gained it's freedom - especially one so weak it knew not how to defend itself? This mind had a some secret, some wisdom that freed it. But what wisdom could make even the Doomsayer's recoil?

He felt it again, the feeling that his mind was becoming detectable - he was becoming TOO curious. He receded and surrendered ground so as to remain hidden. Then, when the danger passed, he moved in once more, his mind once again invisible. He would listen, he would learn, and soon he would be free; soon the Doomsayer's and their ilk would learn to fear him.

Spoiler: OOC

Alastor overhears Castor/Samuel speaking with the Eva's and eavesdrops in on the conversation.

Also: Had to work real hard to not quote the Sovereign speech from [u/]Mass Effect[/u]

 

[Asclepion]

It took about ten minutes of walking before they were within Owen's Office building. Passing scores of personnel through checkpoints, into the vast above-ground lobbies with recreation halls and dining facilities, down corridors where technicians drove carts en route to their assignments and men sat in meeting rooms and listened to someone give a briefing with a huge display screen behind them. Scientists immersed themselves in their labs and analysts worked their computers, while thousands of administrators went about their day. The pilots moved casually through the facility, past another securtiy patrol and into the elevator towards Director Laurence's temporary office.

[hr]


Piggy didn't see any guards around the corridor, and counted the seconds off in his head. Owen was gone, and we had about two minutes left before security cycled their shift. Maybe. And that meant gaining administrative access to the computer, running it through his decryption algorithm and then erasing their presence. Not even a minute to actually read anything.

These were bad odds, and yet...

Life isn't easy, but believing that the system will always grind you to a pulp is the exact way to make sure it comes true. We could just as likely remember how minuscule the chances are of us even being born, and surviving this long, and yet here you are. There's always a way left for you. That's the world. But if they don't find it...

Hurry. The time was counting down. Rev and Addison took lookout positions to keep anyone away, while Alexander and Piggy wirelessly connected and began their work.

Mikhael was posted at the corner of the hallway, so that a person engaging him could not also see inside. But then he saw someone.
Her. Fifteen.

[hr]

Emails: Lots of sent/received emails, mostly mundane or technical. The first one he saw that said

PRIORITY / / TOP SECRET

he opened. It was a memo about the thing that the terrorists brought in on the boat, Sametos.

UZN.2 Project - Unit-09.2, accidental creation after New Masau Angel-1 exposure - decommissioned

They kept searching, coming across detailed project descriptions and schematics.

[b]Weapon Designs:[/b]

A.T.R.G. (Absolute Territory Resonance Gun) - Weapon uses pieces of dead angels and broken/discarded Eva's to channel the users A.T. Field into a long ranged attack that synchronize's with the enemies A.T. Field. Working prototype was used successfully during combat.

Lance of Longinus - mass production model - still in beta form.

Arm Mounted Progressive Drill - it pierces the heavens.

Horn of Jericho - From Seele / Hebrews 11:30-31


[b]Armor Designs[/b]:

New Evangelion containment systems - same theory as A.T.R.G. but directed inward to stop rampaging Eva - Still in alpha development

Dummy Plug System - Automated system consisting of both electronic and biological elements. The computer is connected to a network of silicon chips to which neuron cells are embedded, allowing it to generate an A.T. Field, mimic a real pilot's thought patterns and synch with an Evangelion. It is perhaps helpful to think of the Dummy as "semi-living," a term used by it's inventors. 

Resonance Armor - Armor resonates with A.T. Field to enhance the A.T. Field. - Decreases battery life, actual physical armor decreases).

Plugsuit- Plug Suits with enhanced armor, additional flexibility, and artificial synchronization enhancement - mass production started, 1st delivery in 2 days

Notes on Pilots: performance specs, behaviors, medical tests, evaluations, etc. Recommendations include cycling vacation time (2 pilots off per week)- sending approval memos to the West African Protectorate.

There was a long manufactured pilot roster, with names Piggy didn't recognize. But the Addi's were on there.

[u]Addison- 13[/u]
Good physical condition; positive combat data. The council is pleased by the recordings of the angel Malakiel, who was bisected at the waist by Addison-13's shot. However, we are rejecting the subject based on the line's history of hormonal instability.

...
[u]Addison- 15[/u]
Physically healthy; good results in preparatory synch testing. Raw hostile engagement data includes confirmed wounds within minutes of awakening, including breaking a man's arm and other such trauma. This pleases the council. However, we have received information that the abductors were under orders not to harm the subject in any way, and were actively trying to restrain her without injury, rendering the results inconclusive. In addition, the action is not as important as the motivation behind it, or at least what the subject believes it meant. Our concerns are with the emotional fluctuation that seems prevalent in the Addison series, and we are pursuing a more stable genetic line. According to your reports, the individual had been alone with GSED operatives for several hours, raising the possibility of imprinting or receiving indoctrination. This is unacceptable. 


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Genetic potential between numbers 13 and 15 are without statistical significance. 13 retains lead based on experience.

It goes on through a list of manufactured pilots from other countries. In the end, the German Astraea (female) and Endymion (male) lines were selected as having the highest potential.

The success of the manufactured pilots have shown us that progress toward the Mass Produced Evangelions is moving along nicely. However, we must strive to continue the research and development of these tools.

The selected pilots had their brains and spinal columns extracted, the CNS scanned and reproduced as computerized neuron gel, forming the basis for the prototype MPE Dummy Plug. We are in the final stages of testing and feel confident in the likelihood of product realization. The MPEs display formidable savagery in their raw state, and the new generation Dummy Systems boast combat prowess and survivability that far surpasses that of even the best-trained neospartan pilots. However, it is still only theoretically capable of successfully utilizing the Evangelion's A.T. Field. When facing pilots in tune with the deeper being of their soul, its kill ratio begins to falter. 

By arming the MPE with a false lance, it will become fit for the variety of situations it is likely to face in the field. The potential for this enhancement is fast becoming a reality. When complete, it could make the Mass Produced Evangelion the ultimate combatant, as well as giving it the tool of divinity with which to initiate Third Impact and the Human Instrumentality Project.

"This isn't real." Piggy said as he stared. His arms were shaking.

And at last, there was some strange rune or symbol. As he looked at it, the symbol seemed to be flowing with some powerful siren call that brought terror out of Nikolai and focused it all to a point. This was it, the moment where nothing can return to it's previous state. Piggy wanted to take one last second to look at Alexander and at the room, for it was his last moment of this world, the point of no return.

He clicked it.

[b]Director Owen J. Laurence (PhD)
Nerv Designation: 31415
Age: 14
1.93 meters (6'4")
93.44 kg (206 lbs)
O Positive blood type
Specialist rank/ United Nations Corp of Engineers[/b]
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[b]Known History[/b]
Subject has named himself "Owen J. Laurence". The name was invented some time ago by combining several names from various books he read as a "child". The individual was created as a prototype for the future manufactured pilots. His creation predates the Evangelion project and as such, never had the ability to synchronize with an Eva. In fact, the Evangelions unsettle him and he suspects the Eva's feel much the same (though he has no proof of this, merely a gut instinct).

Subject has spent his childhood in a European science facility. His early life was spent escaping into whatever books he could acquire in the lab (mostly technical manuals and historical/science fiction novels). Unsurprisingly, the reading and rereading of countless science textbooks from a young age, combined with the increased intellect and memory that his creators had chosen to include in his genetic code, soon allowed him to speak on level with any of the scientists in the facility. The progress that he was able to make at the facility was significant and it pleased the scientists to see how successful the cloning process had been. Unbeknownst to the researchers however, Owen was filling with unrest. He had read from a young age exactly what he was: an experiment - one that had a definitive end point that would include the "liquidation of all prototype assets". As such, he knew for most of his life that it would come to an end at the hands of his so called parents. As the experiment went on, his despair grew until, a plan began to form. When the time of his liquidation grew close at hand, his 10th birthday, he used what tools he had gathered to escape the facility and burn it to the ground. Within his chamber, he placed one of the failed clone samples from elsewhere in the lab complex to cover his tracks.

The plan worked and he managed to escape into the world, assimilating into society. It was at this time that Owen took his name (until then he had simply been a number). As he traveled the world he used his knowledge to build a reputation as a leader in the scientific community and it was not long before he was invited to join the UN science commission. 

[b]Physiological Evaluation[/b]
Outwardly normal. Subject suffers from a strange side effect of his cloning. Due to the prototype nature of his clone body, he ages at an accelerated rate (appearing to age 2 years for every year). Owen takes medication he created himself to mitigate the negative effects and keep his body solvent, but he cannot stop the rapid aging, which grows worse by the year.

[b]Psychological Evaluation[/b]
Owen has sympathy for other created beings (such as manufactured pilots and the Evangelions) but at the same time fears them. He can empathize with the struggles of being created, but he fears that if he gets too close to another manufactured, he will be discovered. 

As such he keeps his distance from manufactured as best as possible but, in the event that one is going to be harmed, he will step in and defend them, feeling a sense of camaraderie. Owen has lived his whole life hiding behind a facade. Deceit is second nature to him and he uses several layers of it at any given time. He has found that people do not generally consider him a threat if he wears the mask of the "eccentric professor" so he plays the fool for all it's worth.

And then a map of Nerv Masau, showing the areas that weren't on other maps. A dozen secret zones and entrances- facilities of all types. And at the very end was Terminal Dogma- the deepest, most secret level of Nerv headquarters under New Masau, an innermost sanctum accessible only to the highest leaders of Nerv. The computer did not say what it was, and the entry had only a single word.

Abaddon

From the Revelation of Saint John. It is a place of darkness and destruction to which those outside of faith in a coming Messiah go, a place of fire and shadow cast out from God.

 

[TheNaut131]

Alexander stared at the screen, almost as shaken as Piggy. He'd figured NERV had a few skeletons in their closet, but he never could've imagined things such as these. At first, everything had seemed mundane and old news. Reports on the hybrid, a few new weapons in development, and the dummy system, which slightly worried Alexander. But nothing much.

There were notes on the pilots, the medical information caught his eye as piggy checked each window. Alexander noted something about his developing condition, a small section about Piggy apparently having H.I.V. If Piggy saw this, he didn't let his face show it. In Rev's, Aiber's, and Lisa's files, there was information about recruitment, training, and the word Neo-Spartan showed up a lot. So these were his teammates, super soilders and H.I.V patients, could things get any stranger? He then realized something. Addison wasn't listed.

And then there were a list of pilots, under the word manufactured. and there she was, Addison. Not just the name Addison, but Addison-13. She was the thirteenth in the series, all the others doomed by fate and hormones. Addison-13 was classified as failure. It almost angered Alexander right then and there, but he kept himself calm. She was positioned at the end of the hall and Alexander was still uneasy, especially after reading his. Not because of she was manufactured, but because of the next few entries.

There was an entry on Addison-15, most likely Addison's "sister," as Alexander had believed.
They'd created another version of her while she was still alive. She was just a tool to them, something they could just throw away and pick up a new one, fresh out of its test tube. And then he read the entry on what they'd did to selected the manufactured pilots. Alexander nearly became glad they classified her as a failure, if it meant she wouldn't be useful to them.

"This isn't real." Alexander noticed Piggy was shaking and Alexander soon realized he was as well. He stopped himself and put his hand on Piggy's shoulder, which he barely noticed. Piggy was staring too intently at the strange symbol on the screen. Piggy then turned, looked around the room, and quickly glanced at Alexander. He looked at his face for a moment and Alexander then realized piggy was absolutely terrified. No one his age should know things like this existed. Nothing like this should. Piggy turned back to the screen and clicked on the symbol.

It was about...Owen. His life story, his personality, and it turned out he was also manufactured. Aging a lot faster than one normally should. So this is what Owen had to hide. What was Seele, and what the hell were they doing with him? And then a map of Nerv Masau, showing the areas that weren't on other maps. A dozen secret zones and entrances- facilities of all types. And at the very end was Terminal Dogma- the deepest, most secret level of Nerv headquarters under New Masau, an innermost sanctum accessible only to the highest leaders of Nerv. There was no information on its purpose, only a word.

Abaddon.

"From the Revelation of Saint John. It is a place of darkness and destruction to which those outside of faith in a coming Messiah go, a place of fire and shadow cast out from God."

Alexander noticed Piggy say this to himself, but barely moved when he had. This disturbed Alexander for a moment, but not as much as the information on this computer did. He was frozen in place. Samuel wasn't and took over. He grabbed the usb around Alexander's neck.

"That's it, we're taking all of it"

Suddenly Aiber came running into the room. He had helped them unlock the door, after Alexander shorted out the keypad. He was supposed to be with Miss Leonidas, who Alexander had shared an awkward moment with earlier, distracting Owen who had finally returned to NERV

"We have an issue!"

Samuel handed Piggy the usb, who quickly plugged it in, and gave control back to Alexander. He ran out of the room and looked down. Addison was at the end of the hall with Miss Leonidas, trying slow Owen down. He simply kept walking, ignoring there false explanations and plots to keep him away from his office. Alexander looked to the other end of the hall. He was standing in front of Addison-15. What the hell is she doing here and what is she doing with Rev?

"Well, this is just fantastic."

Spoiler: OOC

Alexander learns about plans, Owen, his teammates, and Seele. Owen arrives on the scene and Rev is nowhere to be found.

 

[CJ1145]

Mikhael stood in the hall, staring at her. A lump caught in his throat as he tried to speak. He didn't understand. Why was this so hard? He had never feared anything. He was a hero, he was fighting unholy abominations on a weekly basis. Why couldn't he talk to one girl? A voice in his mind scolded him. He really was hopeless.

hopeless

He grabbed onto that word and held it. His mind began to race as his philosopher's nature took hold of him. Maybe that was it all along. He remembered the day he burst forth from his room, the first time he was Rev Mikhael, and not Mikhael Rev. He had almost forgotten the decision that had led him to that dramatic exit.

He was hopeless. For all he had thought, he had sought an answer his whole life. And he hadn't found it. He had come to the conclusion that there was no hope. There was no truth. There was no love, or vengeance, or anything of worth. It was all meaningless...

And he had decided that wasn't good enough. So what if the world was hopeless? Humans are amazing creatures, capable of accomplishing anything. If there wasn't any hope yet, all he had to do was create some. He would force his ideals on the world, and he would bend reality to make the Earth a place worth living in. He had spent over a year like that. It was a marvelous feeling, that brash optimism being all he had to hold onto. So why had that changed? He knew now. In Fifteen, he saw a chance. Something that he might one day be able to truly fight for, to champion the cause of. He saw a future for himself, when the war was over. He had finally found hope. He was afraid of losing it.

He stepped forward. He didn't care what she wanted. If she was there to kill him, might as well make it easy on her. he threw his arms around her, hiding his face behind hers so she wouldn't see the tears pouring down his cheeks as he let his fear out for the first time in months. Maybe even years.

"Y-you've really got to stop popping in and out like this..." he said. "I've got important work to do, I can't spend all my time wondering where you've gone."

Spoiler: OOC

Rev sees Fifteen and finally realizes the source of his sudden insecurities, that is his fear of losing his first chance at happiness since NERV took him. He breaks down on the spot.

 

[Pappytech]

The hallways weren't safe; too many people, too many cameras, too many corners. Not safe, too dangerous, get out, get out, get out.. The words pulsed through David's mind, resonating through his thoughts and ideas, shredding any ability to plan or think. There was no time for worrying about the future, not while there were so many others around him. A parade of people marched past, carrying papers, files, briefcases, purses. So many places to hide a gun, a needle, a knife.

No, no, no. They wouldn't kill him in front of this many witnesses, right? They couldn't, they wouldn't dare. Too many people, that was his shield. People would ask questions, his equipment would be examined, his communications scanned, his steps retraced. Yes, he was safe, he would live.

But, this was the organization with enough power to erect a secret chamber within the heart of NERV itself. Who knew how many of the company's employees filled SEELE's ranks, how many rested in their pockets? No, not safe, never safe. Keep moving, keep running, don't stop, get out, get out, get out, get

"And what can I do for you, Mr. Ashford?"

David suddenly snapped his eyes forward, staring in shock and fear at the man before him, the man who knew his name. Wait, no, Dr. Laurence. That's right, this was the good doctor's office, that's why he was here. That's why he wasn't safe, because he needed to talk to this man.

"Heh, Dr. Laurence, just the man I needed to see. I, uh, well..."

Lovely. Panicking is never good for the composure. You really need to calm down.

Shut up.

Really now, just count backwards from 10 or something. It'll help.

Shutup shutup shutup shutup shutup!

David's inner turmoil was interrupted, however, by a metallic taste flooding through his mouth. It seemed he had bitten into his cheek hard enough to draw blood. The pain, a bit delayed, flashed through his nerves. Luckily, the ache helped calm his turbulent thoughts; it seemed he was finally back in control of his senses.

"Yes, Dr. Laurence. I had a few questions for you; trying to make sure that some of our adverts aren't revealing anything they shouldn't. Would you mind if we stepped inside your office?"

Spoiler: OOC

David's paranoia begins affecting his judgement and actions. He calms down enough to attempt to "interview" Dr. Laurence.

 

[hiei82]

"Yes, Dr. Laurence. I had a few questions for you; trying to make sure that some of our adverts aren't revealing anything they shouldn't. Would you mind if we stepped inside your office?" Mr. Ashford said, his bloodshot eyes darting around the hallway as though expecting the walls to attack him. Owen could not help but be suspicious of the clearly out-of-it man, but shrugged the idea off as a combination of Davids lack of sleep and his own suspicious nature.

"Not particularly, though this" Owen said while pointing at the door, "is just my temporary office. I'm just here to grab the last of my supplies and move them to my new office up top" Owen concluded, now pointing at the ceiling. "Give me a moment to grab my... well, some of my stuff, and I'll be happy to meet with you." David, not truly registering the statement in his dazzled state just nodded slightly as Owen opened the door to his former office.

The room was now back to being mostly empty. The papers and technical equipment that had cluttered the small room in the days prior had been moved by NERV and even his desk had been cleared with haste Owen could barely fathom. The only item that remained was, well, his burden and his alone. Owen moved to his desk and, reaching into his pocket, extracted a small key. He placed the device into the lock on the lower left hand side of his desk and turned it. In response, the drawer in questioned opened to reveal a small, insulated box. Owen suspected that were he not in such a sad state of being, David, who was busy eying the hallways in what appear to be fear, would have questioned him about the box almost immediately.

The box was, for Owen at least, vital. it contained a most important piece of technology - a syringe and several vials of life maintaining fluid - everything Owen needed to prevent his aging into the dust. Not that he would tell anyone that. If anyone were to ask, it would be just "Some experiment". Owen lifted the cold metal box from the confines of his old desk and moved back into the hallway, David, still jumpy beyond reason, in toe.

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

When the elevator door, opened. the first thing that struck Owen was how the usually quiet hallway was occupied by two of NERV's finest pilots - Thirteen and Leonidas. Both were looking around the room with a feigned aura of nonchalance. As Owen stepped into the hallway, from the darkened elevator, the two glanced at him, a look of surprise on their faces. Well, look of cold tension on Thirteen's and a look of battle-readiness on Leonidas's - the closest to "surprised" that two Evangelion pilots ever got.

Now Owen was confused. [i/]"What the heck is going on?" [/i] was all Owen could think as he raised his eyebrow in inquiry. risking a glance at David, He could see the same look of confusion, all be it more subdued given the state of his mind.

As the two moved into the hallway proper, Addison and Leonidas approached them in turn, clearly ready to say something. They had almost reach each other when Owen became aware of another presence - that of the younger Mr. Blake - ducking through a door on the far end of the hallway; the same door he and David were working their way towards. Owen paled; the box he carried, once as precious as life to him, fell to the floor with a clatter and a crash. The female pilots said something, but Owen ignored them, pushing past them, his pace rising with every step.

[i/]"I'm just being paranoid... It's not like they would have any reason to... I'm sure its just a moving party or something"[i/] Owen though to himself, trying to convince himself that it was just his own well documented paranoia. All thoughts of David and his strangeness, of Alastor and Seele, of the Angels, and even of his own plans, seemed to fade away as he moved toward the cracked doorway. As he moved, He could see another pilot, Alexander, peek around the corner from his office. His pace increased ten fold.

As he passed another fork in the hallways, he could see Rev and Fifteen staring at each other down the perpendicularly attached walkway. That just left Piggy unaccounted for - the only pilot among them who was skilled with computers. Owen's breathing increased as the sensation of fear passed down his spine and through his heart.

Owen turned the corner to his office. Alexander and Aiber made an attempt to delay him, but he paid it no heed - the adrenalin in his system assured him of that. As he did, his face went blank. There was Piggy - sitting at his desk, laptop open, with an all too familiar image of the burned out science lab of his youth flickering on the LCD screen.

Owen's face contorted; his eyes widening, his mouth parting slightly in barely maintained composure. "Out" he said, his voice colder than it had been since his escape so many years ago. A dumbfounded look passed onto the faces of the pilots, somewhat shell-shocked at the simple statement "All of you: OUT!" he howled, his rage unbinding.

Spoiler: OOC

Owen grabs the last of his stuff - a box full of medication - from his office and heads to his new office. As he arrives, he notices the entourage of pilots waiting in the hallways and his fear takes hold. He drops his box of medicine and rushes down the hallway. When Owen reaches his office, he catches the pilots red handed, snaps and orders them to leave.

 

[TheNaut131]

"All of you: OUT!"

Owen was infuriated. Alexander had never even imagined seeing a man like him this angered. It baffled him for a few seconds, but then something happened. He became infuriated himself. Alexander wasn't just gonna let their plan end here, and walk away with his tail between his legs. As Alexander stared at the seething Dr. Laurence, he could hear his voice. Anger, confusion, betrayal.

"Leave now! What have they seen? What do they know? What do they plan to do?" Was this the interference Samuel had been talking about? Thoughts? If so, Alexander was gonna milk it for everything it was worth. He walked right up to Dr.Laurence.

"I'm sorry-wait, no I'm not sorry. You expect us to go and fight for you bastards everyday, defend the world from an alien threat while piloting sentient alien mechs and yet you still have the nerve to hide even the most basic things from us? When did NERV plan to tell me about my mental status, huh? Owen, let me tell you right now that we've seen it all. We know everything there is too know about NERV. We've cleaned out your closet, and let me say, you guys have a whole lot of skeletons. We're gonna show the world, we're gonna put these skeletons on display, we plan to tell-"

Alexander noticed the man peaking into the room. His bloodshot eyes looked very confused, and was quite nervous about something. He was slightly panicking, thoughts like, "Sneak away, sneak away. Just count back from ten. Calm down!" ricocheted back and forth across him mind. His name was David, if memory served Alexander right, and he was something along the lines of a reporter, intelligence officer, and mostly just a cataloger of events.

"We plan to tell people like David over hear what we've found, and I don't think people will like it. Sure, NERV may be helping people, but who gets pilots those big, alien war machines and protects the city? Us. I'm sure they'll side with the poor, heroic children who fight for the human race and not the big bad organization that take children from families and grow people. I'm sure plenty of paraplegics and amputees will be thrilled to know that NERV can grow people, but not new limbs and nerve cells."

Alexander smirked at Owen.

Piggy unplugged the usb and ran out of the room, with the others behind him. David hugs the wall awkwardly, simply observing the scene. Alexander stood there for a few seconds and realized that this plan was doomed and bolted out of the room, but kept up the appearance that all was well.

Spoiler: Sorry for fucking up. But don't worry, I fixed it. Edit: AGAIN.

Owen finds the pilots in his office, and demands they leave. However, Alexander gets slightly tired of just rolling with it and decides to mess with Owen a bit. Then when he realizes all is lost, he bolts,.

 

[Asclepion]

Fifteen, who was about to remark about how Rev was acting curiously, suddenly ran back at the noise and the sound of her commander's voice.

CHICK-CLICK!
"What?" Piggy cried.
CHICK-CLICK! CHICK-CLICK!

He was right about his time calculation. This was the point of the next patrol, who had overheard the argument and came running. Nikolai froze at the sound. He'd heard it before in real life. And he'd heard it in the media a thousand times. It was unmistakable. It was the sound of weapons being cocked.

He looked upward at the rifles and Nerv uniforms.

Naturally, Alexander was completely unafraid. But then, He was rarely afraid. Piggy was afraid. But that's because he was sane, unlike Pollux.

Spoiler: OOC

Everyone is under arrest.

 

[TheNaut131]

Spoiler: OOC

...I just watched One Piece, and I got excited, and stuff happened...

I'm gonna go to bed.

 

[CJ1145]

Rev watched from around the corner. He fucked up. He knew it. He'd gotten so distracted, he wondered if the guards had managed to just walk right past him without him noticing. Guns were pointed at his friends. Friends. He asserted that word in his mind. Whether they cared about him or not, he had sworn himself to protect them. He reached under his shirt, still unseen. He had carried this in case of a mugging on the street, or the need to fight off some crazed fan. But now the handgun he cradled in his grip was about to be used for the highest levels of treason humanity as a whole could think of, more or less. It was crazy, suicidal.

Then again, so was he.

Before the NERV guards could approach the other pilots, Rev calmly stepped out from behind the door frame and held the handgun toward the back of the head of the guard standing in the middle. He placed himself a good five feet away, though. He knew enough to know that a gun in close range was much easier to take away.

"Stand down."

A moment before he had been shaking, ready to bawl. But he had stopped. Even as he acted his mind continued to wrap itself around new ideas, to comprehend a new way for him to live. He had hidden his fear, shoved it into the darkness and hoped to forget about it. But that wouldn't work in the long term. He embraced his fear now. It reminded him that he was human. A boy, not a mechanical drone doing the bidding of some clandestine organization. He was terrified, but he honed it into a sharp concentration that reeked of sheer madness.

"All of you, stand down!" He commanded. "Either this is resolved peacefully, or one of these groups is gonna have their brains decorating the walls! And do you really want to be responsible for killing the only hope humanity has?"

Spoiler: OOC

Rev reveals a hidden gun on his person and attempts to ambush the NERV guards and force them to surrender their weapons.

 

[ZapperX]

Lisa was not about to take orders from some ball-less scientist who was arranging the end of the world.Her mind was not entirely with her, as she still had the sleeping med passing through her body, but Addison had gotten her up and explained the situation to her well enough. Owen, SELEE, hell, probably even NERV was trying to cause the third impact. So she grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"Where the fuck do you get off?"

The other pilots had ran off, but Lisa was still face to face with Owen. She didn't even notice the guards with guns trained on her until they barked. So she sighed. "I could snap your neck right now and die myself... But I'll play along, you bastard." She dropped Owen and put her hands up.

 

[hiei82]

Owen looked at the guards who had entered the room, their guns a blazing. [i/]"Alastor, did you...?"[/i] He questioned, already knowing the answer. [b/][i/]"I cannot let you come to harm yet my host, too much is yet to be done"[/i][/b] the creature called out in half concern, half threat. [i/]"I can handle my own battles"[/i] Owen countered, his rage still barely contained. [i/][b/]"No, you just think you can"[/b][/i]

Owen glared at the guards for a moment, not so much in anger at their arrival, but more at the beast in his mind who had called the, "The guns won't be needed." Owen looked to Rev, catching his eye, who was now pointing a gun at a guard. "You too." Owen preferred it peaceful. Not that it was going to stop him from venting.

Suddenly, Owen found himself against a wall. [b/]"Where the fuck do you get off?"[/b] Leonidas yelled in his face before dropping him. [b/]"I could snap your neck right now and die myself... But I'll play along, you bastard."[/b]

Owen turned in disbelief to the young pilot Leonidas. "Where fuck do I get off? What pray tell do YOU have to be angry about!" Owen shouted, his voice filled with fury. "Just what do you think NERV has been hiding!". Owen reached out and grasped his laptop, to see what they knew. "You already knew of Unit-09.2; you helped "decommission" it." Owen said, knowing just what to say. "Are you angry with the projects that made the armor and weapons that you have used in EVERY BATTLE! Is it perhaps the fact that the agency you work for has evaluations on you, because if so, I assure you, my evaluation is much MUCH longer and in much greater depth." Owen could not help but reach his hand to the small hole in the back of his neck. "If you had wanted to know what they said so much, you could have just ASKED! You evaluations are no more a secret than the Evangelions." he continued, venting at full steam.

"Maybe you dislike the idea that the Eva's are being mass produced, with Dummy plugs so we don't have to send children out EVERY DAMN TIME some monster from outer space attacks, risking EVERY DAMN TIME that one of you will die!" Owen's savagery continued, now directed at Alexander. "I can see no other reason for YOU to be angry; not unless you are angry that your little sweetheart didn't feel she could trust you with what she... no... what WE are!" Owen concluded his point, tossing the small computer back to Pollux without a second thought.

"And it's not like I have a right to be angry!" Owen continued, his sarcasm taking hold and his passion building again. "It's not like I have been violated! My past laid open like a book for any of you to just read at your whims for your amusement! It's not like..."

Owen paused, he knew where this was headed. He could feel his mind beginning to redirect it's hate back to Seele. The pilots had wronged him, but Seele were the ones that were truly violating. Just like most manufactured life, he hated emotion. So much blood pumping, so much of the worst type of stress. He could feel it aggravating his condition - his bones ached, his muscles sore. He just wanted to sleep it all away. To sleep away that he was just as chained as the pilots, perhaps more so, and that he was just another puppet for some higher power.

"Just leave." Owen finally breathed out after a long, awkward pause, his frustration spent as he fell into his office chair with a half-hearted flop. "All of you". He knew Seele would not approve, but so be it. He could not bring himself to care. Call it one last act of defiance before Seele finally cut his strings. "All of you, just leave."

Spoiler: OOC

Owen orders the guards to stand down, defends the information on his computer, realizes his arguments were turning against SEELE, then just begs the everyone to leave.