Evangelion: The World Set Free
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Addison staggered backwards as Unit-09 tried to recover from the spots in its eyes. Addison brought her hand from the controls and put her hand to her eyes, rubbing it trying to see what was happening.
She staggered backwards some more until she tried to look past the shining red and yellow. Somehow she couldn't remove the red hue in her vision but it took her a few moments to notice that it wasn't fires but the Angel's core itself.
Thirteen stepped forward and wanted to fire but the red colors still burned at her vision and she didn't want to risk firing at the core as it might miss and hit someone else. That's when Addison noticed Pollux's silhouette against the flames. She charged into the fray with her knife drawn. She wasn't about to let Pollux die, not yet. She hadn't told him how much of a dork he was.
Unit-09 lunged forward, rearing its knife over its head. She wondered if the heads were still operational, still firing or snapping but she didn't care. Addison felt the hot heat through the EVA's exterior and planted the knife in the hole that Pollux had made. With the other hand Addison grabbed Unit-31 and threw him from the Angel not wanting Pollux to be in further danger or her tripping on his unconscious body.
She staggered backwards some more until she tried to look past the shining red and yellow. Somehow she couldn't remove the red hue in her vision but it took her a few moments to notice that it wasn't fires but the Angel's core itself.
Thirteen stepped forward and wanted to fire but the red colors still burned at her vision and she didn't want to risk firing at the core as it might miss and hit someone else. That's when Addison noticed Pollux's silhouette against the flames. She charged into the fray with her knife drawn. She wasn't about to let Pollux die, not yet. She hadn't told him how much of a dork he was.
Unit-09 lunged forward, rearing its knife over its head. She wondered if the heads were still operational, still firing or snapping but she didn't care. Addison felt the hot heat through the EVA's exterior and planted the knife in the hole that Pollux had made. With the other hand Addison grabbed Unit-31 and threw him from the Angel not wanting Pollux to be in further danger or her tripping on his unconscious body.
The second woe is past; the third woe cometh quickly.
- Revelation 11:14
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Unit-02 took a step forward, walked slowly over to Unit-31, whose arms were raw after it had destroyed the core with the it's bare hands. Unit-27 was blackened from rending the hot flesh, it's A.T. regenerating after neutralizing the Angel's. And Unit-09, whose railgun had bisected the enemy.
The Entry Plug was automatically flipping through screens. Commlinks, bio-status readouts, maps, way-point markers, compass, target recognition, and range finders. It raised an alert that another Angel had been detected over the ocean.
"Oh, you're kidding me."
Dr. Owen J Laurence was nowhere to be found.
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- Revelation 11:14
[hr]
Unit-02 took a step forward, walked slowly over to Unit-31, whose arms were raw after it had destroyed the core with the it's bare hands. Unit-27 was blackened from rending the hot flesh, it's A.T. regenerating after neutralizing the Angel's. And Unit-09, whose railgun had bisected the enemy.
The Entry Plug was automatically flipping through screens. Commlinks, bio-status readouts, maps, way-point markers, compass, target recognition, and range finders. It raised an alert that another Angel had been detected over the ocean.
"Oh, you're kidding me."
Dr. Owen J Laurence was nowhere to be found.
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Dr. Laurence knew that what he was doing was dangerous. He knew that even if it worked perfectly, he would probably be fired. He knew that he was risking everything, during an angel attack, all to accomplish a goal. But that was Owen: goal-oriented to a fault. The gun at the back of his head was also a nice motivator.
Owen was rather thankful that the GSED commando with the gun to his head was not particularly intelligent. Well, book-smart anyway. It gave him his one advantage: the ability to fight back - albeit indirectly and with more insanity than wisdom.
And how insane his idea was. If Owens guess was right, than the GSED anarchists were responsible for the kidnapping of Addi-15, and that his Prototype Suit was the perfect tool for her. As such, he was needed to configure the suit to her bio-metrics - proper synchronization was difficult at best without it. That gave Owen an edge: he was a tool that was worth maintaining; at least for the moment.
What more, it gave him all the tools he needed to escape.
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Black Dos screens flickered on the screen, changing rapidly as the Dr. worked. Solovyov didn't know much about computers, but he knew enough. The laptop that had been given to this "Dr. Laurence" had to be specially prepared for the operation; no network card, no real special features, no powerful tools or dangerous information. Just the software he would need to activate the new Plug-suit and configure it to their newest members mind and body.
It was no more of a threat to GSED than a calculator. Still, Solovyov was not the most trusting person, and had chosen to watch him work, if only to pressure the captive into working a bit harder. In addition, while he was not particularly skilled with computers, with the key-logger in the laptop, another fine addition for the operation, even if the Dr. came up with some way to bypass the problems with the gimped laptop, their computer expert would catch it and deal with it.
Feeling confident in his position, Solovyov turned to gaze out onto the shore. There were few other ships in dock, all having raised anchor and fled the Angel long before. It worried him that this might attract attention, but not overly, and there was little they could do for it at the moment but hope the angel attack distracted the unwanted attention it might draw. Returning to the Scientist before him he sighed, expecting a long night of boredom.
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Several minutes later, Owen's work was nearly complete. All the data was implanted and all the pieces were in place. If this worked, he was taking a vacation. Closing the crippled laptop, he turned to his captor, a tall Russian man, evident by his thick accent, with jet black hair and a number of thin scars across his body, and relayed the results. "The initial step is complete. All that is left is for your pilot to put on the suit, activate it and input the proper bio-signature"
The Russian man turned and called out to a member of his team, a younger recruit who showed little promise but had the right spirit. He called for the new pilot to be brought in so that the final steps could be taken.
Solovyov glanced at the scientist before him, a look of near panic on the doctors face. It struck him that the face seemed off, like a finely constructed mask, but he paid it little mind. GSED had all the power in this situation, and there was little anyone could do to change that, much less some book-worm. Still, something just seemed off, like...
Before he could finish his train of thought, the door to the interrogation room reopened and Addi-15 entered, the new suit glowing and humming as the advanced electronics performed their tasks. The new suit was different from the production models, or so Solovyov had been told. It was armored and insulated to protect the pilot, while adding greater flexibility in motion. Even if this feature would useless inside the Eva, it allowed for greater mobility and protection outside it - a feature the GSED mercenary knew would come in handy. In addition, it contained a synchronization enhancer, designed to allow greater connection between the Eva and its pilot while minimizing the risks of global annihilation.
Glancing at the now re-opened computer screen, he could see a status bar uploading the finished program and altering the Bio-metrics. A timer read 60 minutes. "I'm afraid 60 minutes is too long doctor, make it go faster." Solovyov spoke quickly, like a cobra striking at its future meal.
The scientist quipped back, with equal speed, like a mongoose striving to defeat his cobra enemy. "Perhaps that would have been possible, if the computer you gave me had been built AFTER the Second Impact"
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Addison was preparing to continue her onslaught on the Angel when a small communications window appeared beside her. It had no picture or sound, only test. It read:
"Sandors, King James, Genesis 49:13, Laurence + Project"
Owen was rather thankful that the GSED commando with the gun to his head was not particularly intelligent. Well, book-smart anyway. It gave him his one advantage: the ability to fight back - albeit indirectly and with more insanity than wisdom.
And how insane his idea was. If Owens guess was right, than the GSED anarchists were responsible for the kidnapping of Addi-15, and that his Prototype Suit was the perfect tool for her. As such, he was needed to configure the suit to her bio-metrics - proper synchronization was difficult at best without it. That gave Owen an edge: he was a tool that was worth maintaining; at least for the moment.
What more, it gave him all the tools he needed to escape.
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Black Dos screens flickered on the screen, changing rapidly as the Dr. worked. Solovyov didn't know much about computers, but he knew enough. The laptop that had been given to this "Dr. Laurence" had to be specially prepared for the operation; no network card, no real special features, no powerful tools or dangerous information. Just the software he would need to activate the new Plug-suit and configure it to their newest members mind and body.
It was no more of a threat to GSED than a calculator. Still, Solovyov was not the most trusting person, and had chosen to watch him work, if only to pressure the captive into working a bit harder. In addition, while he was not particularly skilled with computers, with the key-logger in the laptop, another fine addition for the operation, even if the Dr. came up with some way to bypass the problems with the gimped laptop, their computer expert would catch it and deal with it.
Feeling confident in his position, Solovyov turned to gaze out onto the shore. There were few other ships in dock, all having raised anchor and fled the Angel long before. It worried him that this might attract attention, but not overly, and there was little they could do for it at the moment but hope the angel attack distracted the unwanted attention it might draw. Returning to the Scientist before him he sighed, expecting a long night of boredom.
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Several minutes later, Owen's work was nearly complete. All the data was implanted and all the pieces were in place. If this worked, he was taking a vacation. Closing the crippled laptop, he turned to his captor, a tall Russian man, evident by his thick accent, with jet black hair and a number of thin scars across his body, and relayed the results. "The initial step is complete. All that is left is for your pilot to put on the suit, activate it and input the proper bio-signature"
The Russian man turned and called out to a member of his team, a younger recruit who showed little promise but had the right spirit. He called for the new pilot to be brought in so that the final steps could be taken.
Solovyov glanced at the scientist before him, a look of near panic on the doctors face. It struck him that the face seemed off, like a finely constructed mask, but he paid it little mind. GSED had all the power in this situation, and there was little anyone could do to change that, much less some book-worm. Still, something just seemed off, like...
Before he could finish his train of thought, the door to the interrogation room reopened and Addi-15 entered, the new suit glowing and humming as the advanced electronics performed their tasks. The new suit was different from the production models, or so Solovyov had been told. It was armored and insulated to protect the pilot, while adding greater flexibility in motion. Even if this feature would useless inside the Eva, it allowed for greater mobility and protection outside it - a feature the GSED mercenary knew would come in handy. In addition, it contained a synchronization enhancer, designed to allow greater connection between the Eva and its pilot while minimizing the risks of global annihilation.
Glancing at the now re-opened computer screen, he could see a status bar uploading the finished program and altering the Bio-metrics. A timer read 60 minutes. "I'm afraid 60 minutes is too long doctor, make it go faster." Solovyov spoke quickly, like a cobra striking at its future meal.
The scientist quipped back, with equal speed, like a mongoose striving to defeat his cobra enemy. "Perhaps that would have been possible, if the computer you gave me had been built AFTER the Second Impact"
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Addison was preparing to continue her onslaught on the Angel when a small communications window appeared beside her. It had no picture or sound, only test. It read:
"Sandors, King James, Genesis 49:13, Laurence + Project"
Storm clouds gathered across the beach, releasing a light rain. On the ship, the captain peered from the bridge to the deck below. The boat was ringed with lights. The crew were taking the gigantic industrial tarp off of their cargo.
But something seemed wrong. It was a glassy, translucent humanoid they were tasked to transport, but when they took off the tarp, it was oozing and seeping with some thick black matter, like tar. And from it's center a red ball was growing.
'It's going to sink the boat' he thought. The water line had already risen from the weight.
But something seemed wrong. It was a glassy, translucent humanoid they were tasked to transport, but when they took off the tarp, it was oozing and seeping with some thick black matter, like tar. And from it's center a red ball was growing.
'It's going to sink the boat' he thought. The water line had already risen from the weight.
Rage was his fire. Rage was his soul. And the Eva knew. The Eva responded in kind. An angel before them swung at them with tentacled heads, each a maw of endless harp teeth licked by holy fire. Each bathed them in their heavenly light, under which they found endless woe. But again and again they stood. In their silhouette they danced a duet with the Angel. The beast swayed back and forth with the rhythm of the endless blows, and returned in kind with its long knives. A spinning kick to the face made the Angel pirouette, another head ready to join the fray with a hiss.
Their battle raged endlessly. Another beast joined the fray, Pollux, but he fell. Another came after him, Addison. The fallen was removed, but she remained. "Danger. Danger. Save."
The twilight beast reached out, its devil's hand grasping a head as it lunged for his sister. A knife dug into its skull; it's inhuman, inorganic skull. The thing let a shriek as it "died", one part returning back to the whole to be reborn. But for the moment, useless. Its eyes glowed red, its mind was full of hate, but the beast knew its duty. Its hands were shriveled, burnt to near-cinders by the torment of the flames, though it had yet to register the judgment. Rev, if it could be called Rev, saw where Addison was reaching. With his burnt hands, the beasts dug a pair of knives into the gaping wound, dragging them away from Addison. The Angel would be split in half, if that was what it took to reveal the Core.
That was how Rev had perceived it. It had all been a blur to him. But now, it was over. And the Angel was dead. He took a moment to seriously consider the nature of his Eva. It was... odd. It was a berserker, and yet, he had only put up a moderate effort to cool it down. It was almost like it... listened to him. But he brushed those thoughts aside; they were idle fancy, and nothing more.
"... Something doesn't feel right."
His Eva cooled, the searing flesh beginning to blacken from the loss of heat. He looked to the ocean. His scanners confirmed what he feared.
"We're not done here, are we?"
Their battle raged endlessly. Another beast joined the fray, Pollux, but he fell. Another came after him, Addison. The fallen was removed, but she remained. "Danger. Danger. Save."
The twilight beast reached out, its devil's hand grasping a head as it lunged for his sister. A knife dug into its skull; it's inhuman, inorganic skull. The thing let a shriek as it "died", one part returning back to the whole to be reborn. But for the moment, useless. Its eyes glowed red, its mind was full of hate, but the beast knew its duty. Its hands were shriveled, burnt to near-cinders by the torment of the flames, though it had yet to register the judgment. Rev, if it could be called Rev, saw where Addison was reaching. With his burnt hands, the beasts dug a pair of knives into the gaping wound, dragging them away from Addison. The Angel would be split in half, if that was what it took to reveal the Core.
That was how Rev had perceived it. It had all been a blur to him. But now, it was over. And the Angel was dead. He took a moment to seriously consider the nature of his Eva. It was... odd. It was a berserker, and yet, he had only put up a moderate effort to cool it down. It was almost like it... listened to him. But he brushed those thoughts aside; they were idle fancy, and nothing more.
"... Something doesn't feel right."
His Eva cooled, the searing flesh beginning to blacken from the loss of heat. He looked to the ocean. His scanners confirmed what he feared.
"We're not done here, are we?"
Unit-09 dropped its knife for a second. It was frozen as the pilot inside was wrapped with thought. The message.
"Sandors, King James, Genesis 49:13, Laurence + Project"
Sandors.
King James.
Addison ran those words through her head as quick as she could. She was quite aware of the other Angel from the reports that came through from HQ but now she focused quietly on the message. King James, once she saw that and the words Genesis with the passage numbers she thought back to bible verses. The Bible was one of the books that she read while she was being taught. Addison mostly focused on the Revelation verses but she had skimmed through most of them.
"Genesis 49:13"
She thought back to the tiny texts and silky papers of her bible book. Her body was in the EVA but her mind was in the past, with her hands running through the texts.
"12: His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth are whiter than milk" No it can't be.
"13: "Zebulun shall dwell at the shore of sea; and he shall be for a haven of ships..." Her mind stopped there. A haven of ships? Addison quickly thought of a dock of some sort. Then she connected that with the alarm earlier of another Angel being detected off the ocean. Were the two connected?
"HQ, are the docks evacuated? I'll be there shortly." Addison said as she picked up her knife. She slid it back in the metal sheath before taking off for the docks.
"Sandors, King James, Genesis 49:13, Laurence + Project"
Sandors.
King James.
Addison ran those words through her head as quick as she could. She was quite aware of the other Angel from the reports that came through from HQ but now she focused quietly on the message. King James, once she saw that and the words Genesis with the passage numbers she thought back to bible verses. The Bible was one of the books that she read while she was being taught. Addison mostly focused on the Revelation verses but she had skimmed through most of them.
"Genesis 49:13"
She thought back to the tiny texts and silky papers of her bible book. Her body was in the EVA but her mind was in the past, with her hands running through the texts.
"12: His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth are whiter than milk" No it can't be.
"13: "Zebulun shall dwell at the shore of sea; and he shall be for a haven of ships..." Her mind stopped there. A haven of ships? Addison quickly thought of a dock of some sort. Then she connected that with the alarm earlier of another Angel being detected off the ocean. Were the two connected?
"HQ, are the docks evacuated? I'll be there shortly." Addison said as she picked up her knife. She slid it back in the metal sheath before taking off for the docks.
Community awards are coming up. There's a space for 'best roleplay'. Vote honestly, but I would love to see some mention of this one this year. 
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT"
The sentry took shelter behind a storage locker when the world crashed and shook. It was like an earthquake or a storm. The noise had promised such fury that it was as if the end of the world had come.
What followed lasted about 10 seconds.
Fingers as thick as oak trees split the sheet metal ceiling and brought down chunks of concrete. Wooden beams splinted and the entire room collapsed. The man guarding the door was hit by wooden shrapnel that scored his cheeks and opened up raw, bleeding lines across his forehead. Solovyov's eyes were fixed upon the ceiling and his tongue worked in a muted, stifled yell.
Before they could finish their initial screams of surprise, the colossal hand closed. Solovyov was swept against the wall, pulverizing his bones. The rest ran back, yelling loud, panicked words. Owen's chair rocked backwards and he fell through the destroyed floorboards to the dark, shallow ocean. Running down the corridor, the remaining terrorists were tossed about like bushels of grain. Each sweep of the Eva's threw them from wall to wall, bouncing them, breaking them, wrecking the pier. It was only when they reached that the outside that the full scale became apparent.
The sight of an Evangelion was one thing: as tall as a skyscraper, armored like a demigod. If you were on the ground against one, there was little you could do to survive. The appearance alone cowed you with fear.
But to see one move. Apparently that was the real thing. Nothing human-shaped should be so fast, so lithe, so powerful, especially not anything in excess of 80 meters tall. The sight of an Eva was one thing, but the moving fact of one was quite another. It froze a man, stuck him to the ground, caused his mind to lock up, made him lose control of bladder and bowel. Something huge and warlike gave pause: something huge and warlike and moving with the speed of a striking snake, that was when you knew that gods moved amongst men, and that there existed a scale of strength and speed beyond anything mortal, and that you were about to die.
Piggy allowed that thought to settle upon them for a moment- in truth, it was dark enough that they couldn't tell quite who the humans were. And they wore civilian clothes, further reducing his ability to tell friend from foe. They had to rely on the Eva's identification systems, and hopefully overt a massacre with intimidation. Flattening the dock with it's hands, crushing the support girders and tearing strips out of the concrete with swipes was only a show. It was working.
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A enormously bright light flashed, creating a huge cross in the sky. Unit-02 was floored by the energy. Still, the Eva did not die.
What rose from the boat at first looked like a skeleton of an Eva. Addison-13's Eva. A crystal surface in the shape of Unit-09. But black stuff was spreading to cover its body. What remained was a massive humanoid creature with large bony structures on its shoulders and torso, gill-like structures on its legs, mutated hands, and a core.
Sachiel. A Sachiel clone with razor blades all over its body.
It swung high, burying wrist blades like an axe in Unit-02's armor. Nikolai blocked the next blow, but the arm was hacked off as Sametos struck with it's claws, the blades shearing armor, flesh and bone.
Piggy couldn't keep his Eva from going berserk. A tidal wave of rage exploded out and Unit-02 was seized by it. She throttled the angel, pounding fist after fist into the white mask, shattering it and spilling gore onto the beach.
The Angel's wicked blades laid hold of the Evangelion's head. Piggy screamed in the Entry Plug as the hand scissored shut and Unit 02's mangled body slammed across the pier. The severed head dropped and fell with a splash.
Addison-15 enters the plug, but is trapped now that the Angelspawn has become an actual Angel (named Sametos). Evas attack the dock, rescuing Dr. Owen. Unit 02 tanks the loss of it's left arm and endures a close-range cross blast to the chest, defeated only when Sametos severs Unit-02's head from her body.
An unholy roar. 27 descended from above, its red eyes piercing. Rev saw the figure below him, its jagged shape a reminder of a holy angel. One that he had seen before. But there was more. Its Field was a familiar one, yet altogether different. He tried to reach to it, to call it.
"Addison?"
The creature, both holy and unholy gave no sound. A blade swung down, the razor piercing through Deb's hand. He screamed. Anguish that his Eva mimicked. Nearly on its own, the berserker swung a knife toward the holy beast's chest. The field gave way weak underneath the force of 27's rage. As it came close, a cry came from its plug.
"Stop!'
The knife stopped, an inch from the angel's breast. Rev was shown no similar mercy. A razorcutting through his gut. Blood burst from the Eva like a geyser, and a kick sent him crashing away.
"Addison?"
The creature, both holy and unholy gave no sound. A blade swung down, the razor piercing through Deb's hand. He screamed. Anguish that his Eva mimicked. Nearly on its own, the berserker swung a knife toward the holy beast's chest. The field gave way weak underneath the force of 27's rage. As it came close, a cry came from its plug.
"Stop!'
The knife stopped, an inch from the angel's breast. Rev was shown no similar mercy. A razorcutting through his gut. Blood burst from the Eva like a geyser, and a kick sent him crashing away.
Rev attacks the angel, but recognizes that there is someone inside that reminds him of Addison. He stops himself and gets stabbed for the trouble.
Addison stopped in her tracks. Not because she was trying to zero in on the fleet-footed Angel but to comprehend the fact that the Angel was in the shape of her. But the pause was for only a second.
She watched as the monster skitter about the ground with the speed of a bullet train and defeated Unit-02 as if it was nothing. Unit-09 charged forward with pistol drawn. It would useless to engage that thing with the railgun as it looked like it could easily dodge it. Not to mention she couldn't trust the stability of that thing after the fight with the last Angel.
The Angel noticed her and charged towards her as well albeit faster. The ground beneath them kicked up in clouds. At the last few seconds bent forward so her knees skidded on the ground. The Angel reacted by swiping downwards. Addison dug her knife into Sametos' A.T. field skewing it open and fired a few shots of her MAS pistol before she caught the few blunt sides of its claws. At that speed, Unit-09's head hit the side and rolled for a few kilometers before stopping.
She watched as the monster skitter about the ground with the speed of a bullet train and defeated Unit-02 as if it was nothing. Unit-09 charged forward with pistol drawn. It would useless to engage that thing with the railgun as it looked like it could easily dodge it. Not to mention she couldn't trust the stability of that thing after the fight with the last Angel.
The Angel noticed her and charged towards her as well albeit faster. The ground beneath them kicked up in clouds. At the last few seconds bent forward so her knees skidded on the ground. The Angel reacted by swiping downwards. Addison dug her knife into Sametos' A.T. field skewing it open and fired a few shots of her MAS pistol before she caught the few blunt sides of its claws. At that speed, Unit-09's head hit the side and rolled for a few kilometers before stopping.
Addison recognized her own EVA as the angel and attacked. She cut her knife into the Angel's A.T. field and firing a few shots at it before getting hit in the head and rolling away from the Angel.
The holy unholy angel swept its way through miles of brush, a swathe between it an 09. It roared, swinging its blade-lined arm down upon Addison. The clang and squish of metal on armored flesh squelched in her ears, to see 27's arm raised in defense of her. A dozen blades stuck within the beast's flesh, triggering it to roar in defiance. And agony.
"A-Addison! Wait..." He panted audibly over the intercom. She couldn't see Tue tears forming in the corners of his eyes as the pain ripped through his arm.
"Don't ... don't kill it! I think that--that there's someone inside!"
"A-Addison! Wait..." He panted audibly over the intercom. She couldn't see Tue tears forming in the corners of his eyes as the pain ripped through his arm.
"Don't ... don't kill it! I think that--that there's someone inside!"
Rev warns Addison that he believes there is someone in the angel
Also typing from phone so forgive any typos.
Also typing from phone so forgive any typos.
Owen cringed as he plunged into the drink. The frigid, turbulent, North African drink. He hit the sea hard, disorienting him for a few precious moments as debris from the structure above crashed down around him.
The giant feet of the angel and Eva's churned the water above him, creating powerful waves that rocked his small mortal form, still beneath the waves, sending him crashing to the sea bed then pulling him to the surface, repeating more times than Owen could count in his air deprived state. Nearly passing out, Owen made a snap decision and swam in the direction he hoped was the surface. Moments later, he emerged, thanking his luck. Shortly after, he ducked beneath the waves again, dodging a stray bullet casing of Evangelion scale.
Owen swam quickly toward the shore, hoping to evacuate the Evangelions battlefield before he was crushed by the 450 ft monsters that towered above him - he needed to live if his plan was to work. Knowing this, he swam with increased vigor, ignoring the painful wound in his side.
Upon reaching the shore, he slowly stood, regaining his sense of balance. He glanced around the beach, a hovel like strip of sand so common near a port and framed by a combination of buildings and cliffs so common to this area of the world, and populated by the leftovers of war, guns, bodies, bullets and blood all while looking for the most needed item (to him) in the world: a phone
A cursory glance showed him several possibilities, a few discarded bags, left as the angels began their attack, a few bodies left all but forgotten in the surf, some belonging to GSED, others citizens who though the dock to be safe. One more item popped out at him: a cell phone clutched in the hand of a long fractured body. The hand bore several complex tattoos common to ex-Russian military, and matching tattoos he'd spied upon his captor.
"God I love Karma" Owen half sighed, half laughed as he grabbed the needed item from his former enemy's hand. punching in the only number he had ever bothered to actually memorize, he made to call commander Sandor.
His plan was simple, get a hold of Sandor and give him the Prototype's radio frequency. perhaps he could talk fifteen down. failing that, force he synchronization rate down to either maybe save her life. if all else failed, he could try and eject her, though the ramifications of ejecting the pilot from the only Angel-Eva cross breed were disturbing and unpredictable.
Of course, this all hinged Sandor having his phone on in an Angel attack. Owen muttered a quick prayer to a god he disbelieved in and pressed the send button
The giant feet of the angel and Eva's churned the water above him, creating powerful waves that rocked his small mortal form, still beneath the waves, sending him crashing to the sea bed then pulling him to the surface, repeating more times than Owen could count in his air deprived state. Nearly passing out, Owen made a snap decision and swam in the direction he hoped was the surface. Moments later, he emerged, thanking his luck. Shortly after, he ducked beneath the waves again, dodging a stray bullet casing of Evangelion scale.
Owen swam quickly toward the shore, hoping to evacuate the Evangelions battlefield before he was crushed by the 450 ft monsters that towered above him - he needed to live if his plan was to work. Knowing this, he swam with increased vigor, ignoring the painful wound in his side.
Upon reaching the shore, he slowly stood, regaining his sense of balance. He glanced around the beach, a hovel like strip of sand so common near a port and framed by a combination of buildings and cliffs so common to this area of the world, and populated by the leftovers of war, guns, bodies, bullets and blood all while looking for the most needed item (to him) in the world: a phone
A cursory glance showed him several possibilities, a few discarded bags, left as the angels began their attack, a few bodies left all but forgotten in the surf, some belonging to GSED, others citizens who though the dock to be safe. One more item popped out at him: a cell phone clutched in the hand of a long fractured body. The hand bore several complex tattoos common to ex-Russian military, and matching tattoos he'd spied upon his captor.
"God I love Karma" Owen half sighed, half laughed as he grabbed the needed item from his former enemy's hand. punching in the only number he had ever bothered to actually memorize, he made to call commander Sandor.
His plan was simple, get a hold of Sandor and give him the Prototype's radio frequency. perhaps he could talk fifteen down. failing that, force he synchronization rate down to either maybe save her life. if all else failed, he could try and eject her, though the ramifications of ejecting the pilot from the only Angel-Eva cross breed were disturbing and unpredictable.
Of course, this all hinged Sandor having his phone on in an Angel attack. Owen muttered a quick prayer to a god he disbelieved in and pressed the send button
Owen swam to shore, looted a cellphone off a dead enemy, and called Sandor [raynoson] in hopes of saving Addison 15 before she is killed by her compatriots Side Note: Does 15 actually count as a compatriot at this point?
Addison sat there, caught by Rev's act of mercy. Something that dumbfounded her in the face of a very dangerous adversary and something that wasn't expected as well. Slowly, Addison got up hearing the horrible sound of metal squish against flesh. The Angel was trapped there and Addison knew it. If it moved then it risked Addison making a move as well.
"Thank you..." Addison said as she pointed her pistol at the Angel's core. It would take a few shots and probably a few stabs but it should do the trick. Addison tried not to consider what Rev was saying but instinct was battling her at every step. She had to do it, she was bred to kill these things and one was right there and vulnerable. Her hand shook at such a decision. Addison walked forward and fired a few shots into the Angel's arm, microwaving the bones from inside out. Then aimed for the legs, disabling them as well in one quick succession.
With that, Addison felt something that she never heard from an Angel before. Human screams. Her screams. She almost stepped backwards, shocked by this revelation. Rev was right then, someone was inside the EVA but who was it and why did they sound like her?
"Thank you..." Addison said as she pointed her pistol at the Angel's core. It would take a few shots and probably a few stabs but it should do the trick. Addison tried not to consider what Rev was saying but instinct was battling her at every step. She had to do it, she was bred to kill these things and one was right there and vulnerable. Her hand shook at such a decision. Addison walked forward and fired a few shots into the Angel's arm, microwaving the bones from inside out. Then aimed for the legs, disabling them as well in one quick succession.
With that, Addison felt something that she never heard from an Angel before. Human screams. Her screams. She almost stepped backwards, shocked by this revelation. Rev was right then, someone was inside the EVA but who was it and why did they sound like her?
Addison takes the opportunity to disable the Angel and then she finds out that Rev was right.
Owen cursed to the wind. "Why. WHY! Why, in a world of advanced super technology, does no one have a communication device on when I need them!", Sandor's answering machine message playing through the cell-phones speakers.
"Damn it, I need a plan. If i can't reach the commander then..." Owen smiled. It would take time for sure, but it was the only other number he had: the frequency for Addison-15's suit. If he was lucky, maybe - just maybe - it would connect and he could do it himself. Now some distance from the battle, he took a moment to scream at the pilots "Kick that Angel's arse, Leave the pilot to me!" He guessed no one could hear him, but he felt it necessary to try... you never know.
Without wasting a moment longer, he ripped into the back of the phone, voiding any warranty it may have had, and adjusted the antenna frequency - oh how he wished for one of those new Phonic-Bolt-Propellers - and readied to "call" the enemy angel
He thought long and hard about what mental contamination could occur through a phone, what he would need to say to fifteen, and what to do after that.
Not once did he think about how bad his luck, the most important part of his plan, had been today.
<spoiler=OOC> Owen, unable to reach Sandor (because Sandor's player just withdrew from the campaign), enacts a desperate plan - to call Addi-15 via plug-suit with a modified cell-phone.
Raynoson, you will be missed - Have a great one!
For those of you who read closely, you will see a thinly veiled doctor who reference; included because if this character makes up anymore science BS, it will likely grow a second heart and steal a TARDIS...
"Damn it, I need a plan. If i can't reach the commander then..." Owen smiled. It would take time for sure, but it was the only other number he had: the frequency for Addison-15's suit. If he was lucky, maybe - just maybe - it would connect and he could do it himself. Now some distance from the battle, he took a moment to scream at the pilots "Kick that Angel's arse, Leave the pilot to me!" He guessed no one could hear him, but he felt it necessary to try... you never know.
Without wasting a moment longer, he ripped into the back of the phone, voiding any warranty it may have had, and adjusted the antenna frequency - oh how he wished for one of those new Phonic-Bolt-Propellers - and readied to "call" the enemy angel
He thought long and hard about what mental contamination could occur through a phone, what he would need to say to fifteen, and what to do after that.
Not once did he think about how bad his luck, the most important part of his plan, had been today.
<spoiler=OOC> Owen, unable to reach Sandor (because Sandor's player just withdrew from the campaign), enacts a desperate plan - to call Addi-15 via plug-suit with a modified cell-phone.
Raynoson, you will be missed - Have a great one!
For those of you who read closely, you will see a thinly veiled doctor who reference; included because if this character makes up anymore science BS, it will likely grow a second heart and steal a TARDIS...
Hurling an Eva unit; Being shot at; Limbs boiling off; Addison-15 saw and felt all this. Her eyes moved left, right. They moved all on their own. Like someone else was focusing them. She shuddered. A physical spasm. The Angel was invading her psyche, checking for any information on what the enemies were and how to fight them.
But there was none. Addison-15 had never seen an Evangelion. But then, flashes! Girls with their hands on rails. Falling. A tank. Umbilical Cables. 15 could not keep her mind closed from it. Somewhere, she became aware of a ring of lights dancing across the suit.
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Something was terribly wrong. The captain watched his crew wiped out when the Angel lifted itself from the bow. He could hardly breathe.
The workers on deck just... liquified into amber fluid. They convulsed and- disappeared, spreading their clothes everywhere. He was losing control from confusion and terror.
Something lit up the deck. A capsule flew on rocket engines out from the huge fallen beast, deploying a parachute before crashing into the waves.
But there was none. Addison-15 had never seen an Evangelion. But then, flashes! Girls with their hands on rails. Falling. A tank. Umbilical Cables. 15 could not keep her mind closed from it. Somewhere, she became aware of a ring of lights dancing across the suit.
[hr]
Something was terribly wrong. The captain watched his crew wiped out when the Angel lifted itself from the bow. He could hardly breathe.
The workers on deck just... liquified into amber fluid. They convulsed and- disappeared, spreading their clothes everywhere. He was losing control from confusion and terror.
Something lit up the deck. A capsule flew on rocket engines out from the huge fallen beast, deploying a parachute before crashing into the waves.
Piggy ejects. The boat crew that transported UZN.2 was LCL'ed from being so close to an Angel's A.T. Field. Addi-15 is oversynching and having her mind invaded by a hostile Angel.