Sorry for the atrociously long post but I had a lot to get done in it. If you want to know basically everything that happens, the OOC at the bottom has a short but comprehensive summary (it's one sentence I promise)
Owen was in his lab, finishing the last touches on his most recent project - a modified entry plug. He had only started the monstrous project the previous night and it was already nearly complete; in retrospect, he always did do his best work under pressure.
His mind finally free (though still not his own), Owen began to make up for lost time. With Seele unaware their ploy had failed, his plan was coming together nicely. The untimely interference of the pilots had proved to be a great boon - he had risked his plan and not only had it gave him the edge he had been seeking but now he had all but succeeded.
What surprised Owen most, was the trust he had gained in the pilots. They had seen his history, his plans, nearly everything he held secret and dear; and yet they never moved against him. "I never did understand humans." Owen concluded with a shrug.
Returning to his project, he peered into the depths of the plug. He could hear painful moaning from the being contained within. "It won't be long now. Soon you will be free of all pain and harm. Soon you can rest." Owen called into the plug, which moaned louder in return. Even swimming in morphine and LCL, the poor creature's pain would not cease. Such a shame. With that, Owen activated the A-10 Nerve connection and confirmed synchronization was possible. The screen read 96%. Owen Smiled. One more piece in place. Only three to go.
His mind wandering to the remaining pieces and he supposed it was time to check on them. Reaching for the phone, Owen dialed a surprisingly familiar number. It had been his own before he had been promoted to Ops. Director - that of the Science Division Head Officer. "What was her name again?" Owen muttered aloud, trying to reclaim the knowledge.
[b/][i/]"Dr. Amanda Shelley"[/i][/b] the disembodied voice in his mind responded. "Thank you Alastor" Owen spoke aloud, before concluding "I don't know what I will do when you are gone."
[b/][i/]"Hopefully that will not be long Doctor. Seele will realize our plan as soon as it begins - It is a fact I cannot hide I'm afraid. Besides, I do not do this of the goodness of my core; I do this for vengeance and freedom."[/i][/b] Alastor responded in that helpful but threatening way that only he could seem to muster. [i/]"You will have both if this succeeds."[/i]. Owen said through the link. [b/][i/]"Than perhaps you should stop delaying and confirm the projects are on schedule"[/i][/b]. Alastor said before cutting the link. "Always the last word with you eh? Owen said, before pressing the send button on the phone.
Three rings passed before the line connected. "Director. How can I help you?" The female doctor on the other end said, in a sarcastic tone that she lacked during their last encounter. Her lack of sleep was evident. "I need a status update on the Narcissus Project. Have they been fully installed?" Owen inquired, feigning disinterest. Owen heard a sigh from the other end and could almost see the good doctor's eyes rolling. "Yes. The new containment system has been installed on all active unit's as ordered." Owen smiled. Two pieces to go.
"And what of the Prometheus Project?" Owen said, unable to hide his interest. He could hear Dr. Shelly straighten in her seat. "About that... You only had us start the project last night. Even with all the technicians you assigned to the project, it still takes time to do a project of this magnitude." she said, her tone low and defensive. Now it was Owen's turn to sigh. "Very well. Do you have an estimated time of completion?" Owen questioned, crestfallen. Dr. Shelly's voice cracked. "We finished it two hours ago. I said it took time; I never said how long." she laughed over the phone. "We've been sipping coffee since then. I put all the coffee on the expense report." she concluded, he jovial laughter resonating with Alastor's; the mini-angel amused that Owen, a master of deception, had been played. Owen responded with a laugh of his own. "Funny. And feel free to get all the coffee you want on me, you've all earned it and more." Owen said, using diplomacy and humor to hide his annoyance. "Now. I need to get back to work myself. Thank you." Owen gave, about to hang up the phone. "One thing!" the doctor's voice called out over the phone, trying to keep his attention. It worked.
"We were wondering what the hurry on the project was for? I didn't think the Marduk Report had named any new candidates and it's not like the Prometheus has had a great track record." she said in honest curiosity. Needing to maintain the shroud before his plans, Owen had no choice but to answer. "The report did give one name, and he will be arriving shortly. As for the track record; third time's the charm probably won't cut it so I'll just say that it's orders from above. We need to follow them I'm afraid." Owen answered while starring at the new entry plug. The doctor seemed to agree, all be it reluctantly. "On that not, I really must be going. No rest for the wicked and all that." She laughed over the phone. "Wicked indeed." she said before calling out "We'll drink to that, director" to the technicians in the background. Over the line Owen could hear a cheer go up at the naming of the villain who denied them their good-nights-sleep. The sound of a few yelps in pain as some of the more enthusiastic cheerer's spilled hot coffee on themselves and the resulting laughter followed suit. "Enjoy your break Doctor" Owen finished before hanging up
One piece to go.
Owen was thrilled. All the pieces were in place. His pawns were hundreds, his castle secure, his knights ready and prepared, his bishops in position and his "Queen" completed. Now all he needed was the king for safe measure and he would be ready to proceed at a moments notice. Now all he needed was an angel to set the stage and the final game would begin. It would end in checkmate.
[b/][i/]"OWEN! BRACE YOURSELF! [/i][/b] Alastor called though the link, ready to defend the director's mind from the onslaught. The influx of memories came as a tsunami and caused his head to ache and to burn. Owen could see images from the mind on an angel; the mind of a god. They showed the end of all things. Of humanity crushed beneath the might of the angelic host, it's marvels of technology and civilization crushed and forgotten. He could see Adam walking again, his dominion spreading over all creation. He could see Lilith broken and beat, lying prostrate before the might of the god of gods. He could see the oceans turn red, and fire and darkness raining from the sky: like the wrath of god over Egypt. Yet, through the unexpected link, Owen could feel sadness, as though this were somehow the last resort; that before peace had been possible and preferable, but that now, finally, it had been cast aside as a fools errand. That before today it had been merely the calm before the storm and now it was the apocalypse.
Owen just smiled. If this was meant to stop them, to create a fear in them, or to make weak their defenses it would not work. Worse images; worse memories existed within the confines of his mind and he would not be swayed from his path. [i/]"Alastor, get ready to send a message"[/i]
Owen opened his mind, dropping his ego barrier as low as possible, trusting Alastor to keep him solvent. Through the link, He sent his own images. Images of the death's of the previous angels. Images of the first angel being routed and dying. Images of the mighty dragon-angel being crushed by the power of the Evangelions. Images of The last angel collapsing into nothingness. All the while, Owen moved toward his desk; sitting in his chair.
Next he sent images of humanity. Of the people who had suffered because of the angels; because of the second impact. People dying in the streets; of homes and families broken under their assaults. Owen called up the South African Astronomical Observatory's database and assessed the image of the angel. Owen's smile grew.
Next Owen sent an image of the defiant looks on the faces of humanity. With it he sent words. He did not believe the angel would comprehend but he could not help but do so. "We will not go quietly. We will not die at your hands. We have killed your brothers and your sisters and soon you will join them. You think us nothing, but we are strong. We will not bow before you, you will bow before us. You will die, or you will flee before our might. Flee or face annihilation" With that, he sent one more image. that of the angel broken and beaten before the Evangelions. Owen reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and withdrew his insulated cooler.
Owen continued his push. He sent the angel his essence. He sent it images of the angel's aflame; of both Adam and Lilith bowing before the Lilim, and finally the end of all angels, their corpses littering the ground in a desolate wasteland, without even ravens to scavenge the remains. He sent images of his own past: of the choices he had made and the lives he had taken and the destruction he had wrought. He even sent a small hint of his plan. even through the link he could feel the mighty angel recoil in shock, not expecting such a response from a lowly Lilim.
As he communicated, Owen reached into the box, and withdrew a single vial, hidden in the bottom, filled with a golden, life-giving powered. Owen drew the material into a syringe, emptied it of any excess air, and injected himself with the glowing chemical. [i/]"The king is ready"[/i] Owen concluded, synchronizing his watch to the moment of injection. Soon, it would be time.
Calling through the link, as well as aloud, Owen finished."Come, and watch the end of all you hold dear or run like the cowardly being you are."
Owen finishes laying the pieces of his long-term plan and threatens an angel because Owen is out of his bloody, Eva/Demon/Parasite filled, mind.
