Evangelion: The World Set Free

[hiei82]

The angelic core's charge built, growing stronger and stronger - preparing to deliver it's wrath unto the puny humans in the command center. The door that held it at bay was buckling beneath the force of the remaining glass-like constructs. Only moments remained before the command post was breached. the technicians and soldiers made their final preparations: some prayed, others sent one last message to a dear family member, others tried desperately to find a solution.

Few noticed the air circulation system going into overdrive. Fewer still cared.

Finally, the door gave way, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The unlucky people who glanced at the now open doorway, still half covered in twisted melting metal, and saw the core ready to kill all they had achieved in the last 15 years as well as the power of the core radiating, distorting the world around it with it's mere presence. and in that moment, they all resigned them selves to their fate: one way or another.

but in the next moment, the angels core was pushed back, pulled from it's prize by some invisible force: the depressurization of the room, now pumped full of air by the aforementioned circulation system. the technicians were pulled from their chairs, the better trained soldiers hunkered down, more out of muscle memory than out of any idea that it was the correct action, and resisted the sudden burst of wind. Several people with extraordinarily bad timing, a soldier and two technicians, were pulled into the make-shift vacuum, there fate assumed to be a gruesome one.

Moments later, a freight elevator opened to the room. it's sole occupant, Dr. Laurence, sitting on the floor, laptop open, MS DOS screens open and running.

Opening his mouth and inhaling deeply, Owen called out Commander Sandor. "I Suggest we move to an alternate location. That little trick of mine won't last long and it won't fool it again." Owen shouted, his voice cracking slightly from the effort. "Good news is, the elevator has already arrived".

Looking at the commander, Owen answered the questions he assumed were in his mind. "It's headed to the launch bay, best I could do"

As the technicians and soldiers turned, awaiting Commander Sandor's order to retreat, hold, or somewhere in between, the irony of the situation dawned on Owen. "Yes, I will definitely look into A.T. Field weather applications."

Spoiler

Ball is in your court now Raynoson, use it well (and by that I mean, beat an angel to death with it)

 

[Asclepion]

The glassy web was unleashing dust in all directions. With a mighty roar, Piggy charged. Addison in her Evangelion ran with him. He swung his powered hammer and brought it down on the beast. Unit-13 had leaped on top of it. They attacked from all directions. Piggy cried in a rage. "*****! TRY THIS!"

The Core shattered and exploded from their assault. The glassy form collapsed, dissolving into nothingness.

 

[TheNaut131]

"Di-did we get the bastard?"

Piggy was covered in blood, Addi had beat the shit out of it, and Pollux had broken the A.T barrier making it possible. The angel had left it's body but something, something felt off. This angel was a coward. It hid behind minions, tricks, sneak attacks. It was very reclusive. To just be in this hole waiting to die didn't feel right...

"Piggy, we should contact command."

 

[CJ1145]

"YAHOOOOO!" came a shout from beside the group. Those unprepared could only cringe as Rev celebrated their victory, the monstrous Eva doing a little dance that even a child could not pull off with any dignity.

"Did you see that?! Did anybody freaking see that?! We decimated that thing! WE! ARE NUMBER--"

A dying, droning sound groaned out of the Eva as its power ran out, slumping down to the ground.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Addison had felt the angel's presence during the thing's last "swan song" of a death. When the Angel exploded, throwing its matter in their direction, Addison's EVA stepped back a bit as if it was a light punch and not some unearthly being's combustion.

She heard Pollux's words then Rev's exclamation of joy. Addison wasn't sure if she should worry about him or Piggy as he took the brunt of it.

"HQ? Are you still there?" Addison spoke into the comms. Wondering if they had survived.

 

[TheNaut131]

"Thank God, his Eva ran out of power!"

Pollux tried to make jokes, but something still felt off.

"Guys, seriously, when was the last time we spoke with command? I swear, something isn't right. The angel had tricks, and well, I don't think I actually felt it die. There was the blood, the semantics, but...something isn't right."

Pollux heard a minor crackle on his comm and it seemed to correspond with Addi's Eva. Addi must be trying to contact command.

"Oh good, what are they saying?"

Pollux didn't hear her say anything. In fact, he hadn't head Piggy's yelling, or Rev's singing.

"Aw crap, something happened when that damn thing hit me from below."

 

[Asclepion]

"Good, but that was way too close." Piggy said over the comms. "Where's my gun?"

 

[TheNaut131]

Pollux tinkered with his comm a bit and heard Piggy ask for his gun.

"I don't know Piggy, does it really matter?"

Pollux was pacing a bit and could feel the strain of battle affecting Unit-31. Dioscuri still had some energy left, but probably couldn't take another serious battle.

"Huh. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Guys, can we call it a day? Lets get back to command. I'm more than sure they'll get you another gun, Piggy."

 

[Raynoson]

<spoiler=OOC>Commmand center, isn't I don't know.. pretty damn deep and beneath layers of armor among other things, did everything just get shredded O_O

Pardon my slow responses but with my times to post varying in time and the fact everyone post uber posts of exposition and I'm trying to keep track of everyone at once this thing is starting to give me a head ache. Still Onwards and up

Damien was worried, not by a great deal, but enough.
"Status report people, lets get things back up and running. Anyone working in our line can expect close calls from here!"
His tone was maintained in command and as someone who had seen the worst and best at times.
"Recovery teams disperse and get those Eva's Back and under repair. We've got a lot of work to get done under way."

Issuing a plethora of commands associated with damage control and repairs and leaving things to work there ways through the chains of commands and further.
Keying directly to all pilots (If able or otherwise to be reached by technicians) "Good job everyone, you did great." His voice was cheery as he set to get things under control.

 

[Asclepion]

Spoiler: OOC

Perfect. Finish up the scene and give me a bit to write out this next post.

 

[TheNaut131]

"Finally! Someone says something! Jesus, Mr. Director sir, you had me splitting my pants. I was so worried about you guys!"

Unit-31 had finally had enough and was simply sitting down wait for the recovery teams.

"I did not like this angel...too crafty and cowardly."

He was simply saying that so he didn't sound like a weirdo. Pollux had thoroughly enjoyed the fight. He found the angel cowardly, but clever. It didn't just attack them, it planned, it preserved itself, it knew what it was doing. Why did it just sit in that hole, though? Unit-31 had enjoyed the fight too, but feeling Pollux's thoughts, tilted its head, pondering the same thing.

"Oh well, angels. Weird things..."

 

[Asclepion]

Spoiler: OOC

Alright people. Now it's time to stretch your character's legs a bit and do something outside of the Entry Plug. The character plotlines seemed kind of adrift, like everyone was starting to get in their own world. This is to bring everything together- rest, lay plot elements, and develop the characters in the weeks between each Angel.

The night was chaotic. Everyone wanted something from the pilots- debriefings and post-op reports, medical examination, military figures and scientists wanting first-hand descriptions, and mountains of paperwork for the supervisors. Political teams and reporters swarmed the Nerv building and had to be held back by security. Everywhere they were talking or writing about it. No group of people has ever been as important as the pilots of the Evangelions, or had a more direct impact on the fate of humankind.

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The next day, Piggy took his medications, then left the apartment and went out by himself.

Wandering in the landscape outside the city, Piggy soon reached a shore. He had come here looking for the battlefield, playing it out in his mind as he went from point to point. It was important to him to maintain his perspective as a human being. The trees that had seemed miniscule in the Eva now rose above him, and the sheer difference in scale between encountering an Angel from the view of an Entry Plug and seeing it from the ground became apparent. He looked for the craters of footprints, the shell casings like trucks.

God help us all.

 

[CJ1145]

The nightmare did not end when Mikhael left the Eva behind, deep in a hangar as men in masks tended to it. Mechanics? Surgeons? He did not know what words might be used to describe them. He was given no answers from Nerv, his superiors, his guardians for all purposes. Three months he had labored deep in the guts of Nerv, and still he knew almost nothing.

A row of chairs at a table provided the pilots seats that night. Already he was exhausted, ready for sleep. Medical examinations and debriefings, men in blue coats demanding to know what had happened in the Eva, what it felt like when he lost control. What it felt like to be a monster. He cooperated, but not much. He wasn't here to protect them. To his left and his right sat his fellow pilots, he was in the middle, next to the little boy. Piggy, they called him. They hadn't spoken much. He thought hard, and realized he hadn't spoken to any of them much. Outside of battle, they were barely acquaintances, and Nerv expected them to be a team. One that could save the world through teamwork.

Mikhael knew the need to work together, and he treated them like his brothers in combat. But out of it, he knew almost nothing about them; except for Pollux. He had spoken several times with him when he first arrived, was first dragged into Nerv. Even so, they were not long discussions, nor did they hold much depth. He intended to get to know all of them better, someday. For that claim, though, there was only one who interested him at the moment.

A man holding a notepad asked a question aimed at a young woman to the right of Pollux. Mikhael eyed her as she attempted to respond adequately. She seemed normal enough; not particularly developed, but pleasant-looking. And yet there was something wrong. He remembered the first time he had seen her, two weeks before the Angel attacked. She had seemed "off" then, too. But he had no inkling of what could have been so different about her.

He answered questions directed to him, a couple asking about how piloting felt. He deflected a few questions asking about the Eva's inner workings, and used the classic "oil leak" explanation to answer just why his Eva was coughing up blood.

At the end of it all he dragged himself straight to bed. He had no more patience left to keep him awake.

The flowing darkness churns and churns. Feel the heavens' cool light and burn.

He awoke in a cold sweat. Piloting an Eva had been no easy task on his psyche. He recalled the first time he had been in the entry plug, and the horrors that came in his dreams that night. He considered therapy, at the request of one of the blue-suited men, but he decided he would rather not find out what the dreams meant.

He threw on whatever clothes he could find, a maroon sweater with a grey hoodie and blue jeans before heading out into the city. People seemed oblivious to the apocalypse that had passed over them the day before; Mikhael wondered what it was like to be so oblivious to everything.

He finally picked a spot to stay for the day; an ice cream shop near the outskirts. He picked a seat under an umbrella outside, lounging as he watched the people go by. A young father came running by, a grin on his face so wide it threatened to split his head in two as he chased after his daughter, not a day over 6 as she ran down the street, dragging along a little wooden duck. She giggled as the little bird clacked along the ground, hopping up and down as it attempted to keep up with her pace.

He smiled, warmly and unseen, before taking a bite out of his cone.

 

[TheNaut131]

After a long day of protecting the world from the apocalypse, Pollux said goodbye to Dioscuri and called it a night. When all was said and done, Alexander was back to being Alexander and Unit-31 was a simply a beauty of true engineering. Not some superhero with is utility belt, not some cowboy and his trusty steed, simply a pilot and a vehicle. A few hours ago they were being examined, tested, and simply probed by medics, scientist, and the curious. Alexander was okay with it, though he could see it slightly bothered the others. At some point, "our adoring fans" began asking us a few more personal questions. Alexander understood that this team of robot piloting heroes new barely anything about each other. The only times they ever interacted was on the battlefield. They could respond to the each other's plan, attacks, and whatever crap they pulled. But aside from that they knew nothing. Well, Alexander had a few ideas.

Piggy seemed...twitchy. Twitchy but loyal. And apparently eleven. Alexander had heard that Eva's needed young pilots but he never thought THAT young. He worried about Piggy at times, brotherly instincts and all. Adding to his worry, Alexander has occasionally heard him call his Eva Big Sis, and has also noticed that he sometimes has bottles of prescription medicine, poking out of a bag or back pocket, mainly stuff for helping fight aids. Piggy must have a sick sister or something. Rev was one of the first people Alexander ever met and was about his age. They occasionally shared conversations, but they never really went anywhere. Alexander could tell that Rev was a pretty fun guy and enjoyed being happy. Maybe a bit too happy at times, even forced. But hey, every team needs an optimist. Rev also seemed like a pretty caring guy, and his Eva reflected that. Even after it went berserk it still knew what it should be doing. Was that Rev's doing? Maybe, maybe not, but it probably isn't that weird. His Eva's a berserker, it's what they do.

However, the most Rev probably knew Alexander was that he was from the Tops, had a thing for A.T fields, and that his nickname was Pollux. In fact, a lot of them knew his nickname was Pollux, but he was sure none of them actually knew why. Then again, we all use cute nicknames or abbreviations, but compared to theirs, his didn't really make sense. It was sorta random without context. It then occurred to him that they probably didn't know his first name, and that he didn't know theirs.

Well, except for Addi's. It was pretty obvious it stood for Addison. But something wasn't quite right about her. He trusted her, she trusted him (that catapult move had shown that) but she seemed a bit scattered. She was very cautious about a lot things but still pretty sociable. Yet, when he looked at her she didn't really seem like one person. She didn't feel like one person either. Alexander's A.T. sense thing he didn't really understand could tell something was going on with her. Was it her eva? Could it affect them all? And then there was Grim who seemed quite...grim. He can be a bit distant, easily irritated, uncaring, slightly jerk-ish, and a plethora of other things. But Alexander could tell he cared, he just wasn't good at showing it. What had happened to him? They were later let go and went their separate ways.

After about an hour of driving his moped, Alexander finally arrived at his tiny apartment, completely exhausted. That fight with the angel was still nagging him. Why? Was it because it wasn't another rampaging idiot? That it had been able to think critically? And what the hell had Unit-31 done? Sure, Alexander was supposed to manipulate A.T fields but he wasn't the one giving the okay to do those things, it was Dioscuri. Was the fact that he was in partial control of a sentient life form and fighting real monsters finally dawning on him? Alexander learned from a guy named Owen that the angel had attempted a form of a attack on command, but was sent running back. The angel could've gone anywhere, why'd it stay in the hole. Was it hiding? And then Castor...

These were the things that racked Alexander's mind, as he lay in bed, trying to take a nap. But soon he realized that wasn't going to happen anytime. He decided to drive around the city, and simply enjoy the rest of his day. Maybe he'd get some ice cream, look around, the whole thing. It was a nice day, even with the fear of angels swooping in. Didn't seem to worry anyone else. He then wondered what everyone else he passed was thinking about.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

The hum of the MRIs and the beep of numerous medical equipment sang a familiar song in Addison's head. Day and day out, the labs were more a home for her than her actual room that was given to her. She already found all of the cameras embedded within.

When the scientists caught wind of what had occurred to her in that free-fall they put her under brain scans and mental therapy. By now, Addison didn't question their intent or their actions as it was brought on her to not question what was going on. "Genetic Memory Relapse", were the words that she could hear in their hushed voices. Something that resulted in the use of the reworked gene strains that Addison was using. From what Addison heard, the relapse was worse than what she is going through now. They probed her mind as soon as they could get their latex hands on her. Checking every basic functions, then body systems, finally arriving at the neurological aspects. It was nothing new.

Her tutor was rescheduled to a different time and Addison didn't mind. She looked at herself in mirror, eyeing her slender shape draped in a bright hospital gown that they give her. Then her eyes landed on her hair. It was one parts that was different from the other Addisons besides her mental health. After much begging, the scientists allowed her to have her "unique" hairstyle. It was mostly held together by generic hairspray or gel but she took great pride in it. As submissive as she was, Addison cherished each piece of whatever she truly had and her hair was one of them. The other Addisons kept a strict style but each and every one of them had something unique about them that some of the scientists had mentioned off hand.

Along the lines of: "7 used to have this easel set...I wonder if its still here..." or "I remember when 4 brought her old Kodiak to the labs once..."

She was told not to ask about the clones before her but instances like those, she picked up bits of her past lives. Finally the scientists arrived. They always traveled groups or pairs like wolves. The older one walked forward and looked at her through the reflection in the mirror.

"Alright, Thirteen that's about it. Are you feeling better?"

"A little bit. Kinda woozy though. Can I go home?" Addison looked back to see that the scientist had taken a few notes the second she complained.

"Do you feel like you can travel home? Do you need transportation?" One of them. She couldn't tell them apart anyways.

"I'm good..." Addison said and a small grin cracked on her face.

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Addison could hear her breathing coincide with running step on the white concrete. Her heartbeat pulsating throughout her body. The static solar panels and pipes passing by her. She hopped the chain-linked fence and rolled forward. She regained her momentum and ran to reclaim her speed. It was coming, she could see the shadow of the gap draw closer. The space between the two buildings was at least a few yards apart with ample room for failure.

She came closer to the gap and she did not break pace. Hesitation was not present this time around as she brought herself forward. Like a marionette, she was suspended in air once again but with no string to pull her back. Slowly, she could see the opposite edge of the gap fall upwards as she feel downwards. Gravity was taking her back but Addison cared little. With one hand outstretched she grabbed the rung of the ladder. A loud bang was heard as she let her body follow through, hitting the ladder. She breathed out as she looked around if anyone had heard the ruckus. She grabbed onto the other step and went down instead of up. Her submissive side had taken over once again and forced her off the ladder and onto the solid ground.

Addison could go for entire journeys from the labs to the apartments that they designate but once in a while, Addison's different facets of her personalities showed face. They varied from reckless to the polar opposite. A little winded from her commute she stopped and checked her hands as it felt like she had grabbed blades instead of steps. Addison pulled off her gloves and set them inside her soft-shell jacket that would ruffle loudly when she ran through the wind.

No marks were seen but she was sure that there would be more marks on her hand if it wasn't for the genetic tinkering. Addison walked the last leg back to her apartment. She wondered about the other pilots like Pollux or Rev and what they were doing. On the inside, she hoped that the pressure and mental strain of taking down one of Angels hadn't affected them that much. They were supposed to rely on each other after all. Addison stopped in her tracks went towards the pleasant outskirts of the city where she made her crash landing a day or two ago. She wanted to see if the place was in better shape.

How right she was. The place looked relatively untouched by her EVA and signs of progress was about it all. Construction crews busy at work repairing the houses and people going about their days. She wondered at how they could resume their lives when the apocalypse was so close to them. Before she thought harder, the jingle of an ice cream shop drew her towards it.

 

[TheNaut131]

Alexander had heard of this nice little ice cream shop. It was near the outskirts of town, but it was a relatively friendly place and he'd heard good things about. It would be nice to just chill back in a calm place, collect his thoughts, and dine on sweet cold frozen milk product. He then had a strange thought. Why not come here after beating angels? After all the scientists, and medics, and observers were done with their prodding, they'd all come down there and simply relax. A pretty decent reward for defeating a godly being in his opinion. Alexander stopped at a crosswalk, as a little girl and her father were strolling along happily, her wooden duck friend trailing behind trying to keep up. They politely waved at him and he waved back. He grinned to himself.

"Yeah, you're welcome."

Yup, being a hero had it's perks. Now where exactly was that shop again? Alexander looked a bit to his left and there it was, on the other side of the street. There were a couple of tables with umbrellas over them. Families were handing children cones, couples were sharing, and people were just enjoying time to themselves. He turned towards the shop when he noticed someone on the sidewalk up ahead. Relatively thin, short black hair...

"Wait a sec, Addi? Hey Addi!"

He sped up a bit and drove alongside her.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Addison snapped her head to the source of someone calling her name. To her prediction, someone from the team did come and noticed her in the crowd as well. Pollux looked rather humorous on his moped as he drove along side her. She smiled at him but her eyes darted to something else.

"Pothole." Addison said abruptly.

 

[TheNaut131]

"Wha-"

His front wheel embedded it self in the pothole, abruptly stopping his moped, causing the rear end to shoot up and Alexander falling face first on the asphalt. All was silent as Alexander just sorta laid there, too embarrassed to actually say anything. Plus, he'd had the breath knocked out of him.

"...thank God for helmets and goggles."

Well, he certainly botched that attempt at being suave. Can pilot a giant sentient robot, can't avoid holes in the road. Smooth. Alexander shakily rose to his feet with assistance from Addi. He eventually got his moped, pretty much intact, out of the pothole.

"You'd think with all the construction they could fill a few potholes."

A face trying to conceal a laugh looked up from his half-eaten cone.

 

[Asclepion]

A message on Dr. Smith's pager.

LOUNGE A-15, 1300 HOURS, UNARMED​

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"I made a killer landing didn't I?" Addison said, almost as a question instead of it being sarcastic or rhetorical.

She brought herself to think of the outcome with forming friendships with the other members of her group and even forming relationships beyond that. It certainly wasn't discouraged by the scientists although they'd prefer if it could wait. They saw love as a double-edged sword as it could tremendously motivate her or even mentally stabilize Addison but if it went wrong then that would be another story.