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Postby Gob Hobblin » Sun Nov 09, 2014 1:43 pm

So...this is based on an suggestion of Bagheera's, with consideration and input from NemZ, Monk Ed, and Bagheera (and will probably get some input from pwhodges in time, as well).


Chapter 1 - Immovable Objects

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This was a door, and it was closed.

Misato stared at it, debating whether she should open it or not. She ran her thumb over the pads of her fingers, a slow yet nervous action. She could feel the latch in her hand, the resistance as she slid the panel away. She could see him there. See him on the futon, curled up. In pain.

She could see him.

If the door wasn't there. It was, though. And it was closed.

She tried to form words, but the sound in her throat was hesitant, and strangled. She extended her hand, and let it rest against the panel. It was as though she could feel him beyond the door. The pain, slowly seeping through the barrier, into her fingers. Through her arm, to her heart. Pumping, through the soul. Through the essence of her. Mingling.

"Shinji," she said. She waited, and no response came. "Shinji...you did right. You didn't do the wrong thing."

She waited, but all that greeted her was silence. She pressed up against the door, and closed her eyes. She felt the latch. The panel sliding. And yet...she couldn't bring herself to actually follow through.

What would she do? What could she actually offer him? She played through the scenarios. How could she understand what he felt? She couldn't.

Shinji had killed an Angel. That was a good thing: his pain was something she just couldn't comprehend. It was real, though, and it hurt her. It hurt her because it hurt him.

How could she comfort him? How? She had no options. She backed away. "Shinji," she said, "We'll...talk later. I'm...I'm going to make this better. I'm going to fix this." She nodded, firm in her decision. Yes. She would fix this. She had waffled on whether to follow through, after seeing the names in...his...gift to her. The numbers.

The contacts. All there, in a neat little gift-wrapped package. Waiting for her to...decide.

She decided. Now.

"Shinji, it's going to be better after this. I...I promise." She turned, and left the hallway. She entered her room, sliding the door shut behind her. She took a deep breath, and crossed to her desk. Sitting there was the phone. The Phone. The only Phone. The most important Phone in the world.

The Phone that would change everything. Everything.

She felt a prickling sensation in her hands, a slow sweat beginning in her back. She felt a pain in her stomach, and shivered. She shook her head, bit her lip...and dialed.

The phone rang once...then twice....

There was a click.

"I didn't really think you'd call on this phone," the voice said. It was half-joking, but Misato could hear the nervousness. Hyuga was putting on a bold face. She smiled slightly...thought of replying in kind.

"...Melchizedek," she said, unable to come up with anything else.

"...Really?" The voice was stunned.

"Really."

"...All right. Everything will be in order when...when you get here."

"Good. See you in a bit." She hung up, and took a deep breath. That was it: the point of no return. They were committed. She closed her eyes, and leaned on the desk.

Now, they just had to see if Kaji's contacts were good for their word.

She dialed the second number. She didn't even have to wait for a ring.

"I was waiting for this call," the voice said.

"I imagine," Misato said. "Melchizedek is in effect."

"I see," the voice said. "I have to admit, I didn't anticipate it coming to that."

"Does that mean you aren't--" Misato began, feeling a rising panic.

"We are," the voice said, cutting her off. "Don't worry about that. It just means things will be...complicated, for a bit."

"Define 'complicated.'"

"It's best that I don't. Just be ready for guests."

"Of course."

"Excellent. We'll see you tomorrow. Be safe until then." The line clicked, and Misato stood in silence.

"No going back," she murmured. "No going back."

---

Misato exited the room, pocketing the cell phone and running a thumb over the hammer of her handgun. It sat securely in her shoulder holster. Would she need it? Would there be blood today?

Of course. Of course there would. The head of the Tactical Operations had just instigated a coup at Nerv's Tokyo-3 headquarters. A hasty, last-minute coup, dependent upon the good faith of actors on the outside, who Misato did not know. Actors that were brought to her by a dead man's hand.

Of course there would be blood.

She looked back towards the rear of the apartment, and took a mental tally. Rei and Asuka were both in Medical: Misato knew where they were, and if all went well, they would be secured in the hour. Shinji was still here. She bit her lip, honestly thinking she should leave him here. That it would better for him...safer.

All the more chance to run away.

But he hadn't run, and it had broken him. And he wasn't going to run now: there was nowhere left to run. And Misato had already made her decision, so this was pointless quibbling. She was just too scared to do what needed doing. She hardened her expression, marched back to his door, and opened it.

Shinji sat on his futon, his back to the door. He did not acknowledge her presence. He did not seem in the room, at the moment.

Misato didn't call to him, or say a word. She simply entered the room, grabbed his arm, and yanked him to his feet. An involuntary gasp of pain slipped out, but his head hung limp. Accepting.

That hurt Misato. That acceptance, the sense that he was being hauled away to something else. A tool, thrown in the box until needed. She had no words of assurance, no way of dissuading his apathy. She had used them all up.

She dragged him to the front door, and out into the evening air. Down to the car, as they had done many times before. This time was different, though. This was a different trip with a different destination.

The ride was in silence, save for the nervous thumping of Misato's thumbs against the steering wheel. At one point, she detected Shinji's head slowly, inexorably turning to regard the drumming. Some part of him recognized the act, the lack of normality. The newness and strangeness of it. He then turned away, choosing to ignore it.

They pulled up to the outside security gate for the Center, where two guards with submachine guns greeted her. She bit her lip, wondering which set of guards these were. Had things even begun?

Were they over? She glanced to the right, and saw a third guard manning a light machine gun. He wasn't pointing it at her, which was a good sign. He did, however...look tense.

She rolled down her window as one of the first two stepped over. "Good evening, Major," he said.

"Evening," she said. "So...have you had a coffee break yet?" Clunky and hasty pass-phrases. She felt the words like bitter sludge on her tongue, the awkwardness of them.

The guard, to her relief, nodded. "Yes, but there was some spills."

"...bad ones?"

"Haven't had a chance to clean up, yet, so be careful if you go in there." Misato glanced down, the nervousness returning.

They hadn't secured the entire GeoFront yet.

"I was expecting a status update from Lt. Hyuga, but I was an idiot and forgot to charge my phone," she said.

"He's in a meeting with the Commander in his office," the guard said. "You can probably catch up to him there."

That was good news.

Misato nodded, and drove in. As she did, she glanced into the rear-view mirror, watched as the guards broke down the checkpoint and hurried in behind her. That was also good news.

They had not secured the GeoFront...but they could lock it down. They were about to be physically separated from the outside world.

----

It was after they parked that Shinji began to detect something was amiss. As she exited the car, she heard Shinji mumble, "Misato...." and then go silent. She looked in the direction his head was turned, and saw a greasy brown smear on the concrete. It could be motor oil...or it could blood. It was hard to tell in this light, but the sloppy trail leading away from the patch spoke volumes to Misato.

Shinji said no more, and ignored what he saw. He had registered it for a moment, then put it out of his head. He was done with the world. He was done.

Misato opened his door, and again roughly hauled him to his feet. She dragged him out of the garage, into the bright corridors of the Center. As she did, she was greeted by two more guards. The pungent scent of cordite assaulted her. Shinji squirmed in her grip, recognizing the smell but not knowing exactly what it was. He saw something past the guards and fixated on it.

"Where are we at?" Misato asked.

"We've locked down all vital areas, with minimal casualties. Only two fatalities for us so far," the female guard said. "We're unclear on how many we've taken down, but we can confirm at least sixty. All Section-2."

"Where are the major trouble spots?" Misato asked.

"Misato...," Shinji mumbled again. He seemed to be coming alive, and a sense of dread seeped up through Misato's fingers. She ignored him for the moment.

"We have pockets of resistance in several corridors, and a major attempt to break out at the North Gate. There was also an attempt at one of the comm hubs, but that didn't go too well for them."

"Misato...."

"The Commander?"

"Secured in his office and under guard," the woman confirmed.

"Good. Have we confirmed that no messages have been sent outside?"

"Lt. Ibuki has the nets locked down, and is sending out normal status reports."

"Mi...Misato," Shinji again murmured, pulling lightly at her grip.

"Yes?" Misato finally asked, acknowledging Shinji with gentleness. He was starting to breathe heavily.

"There's something on the floor."

"I know, Shinji. We're going to your father's office right now. I'll explain things there." She ordered the guards to escort them, and followed them past the massive, sticky puddle of dried blood spattered crimson and cruel on the pale, bone-colored floor. Her boots squelched and snicked through the patch, and Shinji stumbled as he slipped on a greasy spot. He went limp again, but Misato did not relinquish her grip.

"It's okay, Shinji," she began mumbling. "It's all going to be all right."

He began to mumble without meaning. He stumbled, and reeled. "Stop," he said quietly.

Misato did not stop, and he did not ask again.

---

Outside of the Commander's office was a full fireteam, in a state of deceptive relaxation. Their eyes continued to rove the corridor, and their weapons were still in the low-ready. They let Misato through, and she entered the cavernous office beyond the door.

At the center of the room, sitting in his briefs in a single chair beneath a glaring light, was the Commander.

On either side of him were two of Misato's loyalists. Standing near the door was Hyuga. Shinji's legs finally gave out, and rather than hold him up, Misato allowed him to slump to the floor. He curled up into a ball, and stayed silent.

"No trouble?" Misato asked, shucking her jacket and dropping it on the floor. It felt constricting for some reason, and she wanted to shed the sense of claustrophobia.

"Some," Hyuga said cautiously. "Aoba got caught while taking a team to Magi's global hub."

"And?"

"Beyond being hurt, I don't know the details. He still made it to the hub, though, and is waiting for our signal to cut it."

"Okay. That should be happening in the next fifteen minutes."

"Major, there's something you need to know about the Commander," Hyuga said tensely. "When we stripped him...his hand...." He gave her a hard look. "There is something in his hand."

Misato turned her eyes towards the Commander, felt a dull hardness seep to the surface that required no invitation. She slowly crossed the space between them.

The Commander's eyes were...as they always were. Slightly contemptuous. Neither here, nor there, but somehow...intense. Frighteningly intense.

They did not frighten Misato.

"So...a coup," Gendo Ikari mumbled.

"Yes."

"I should have killed that man sooner." A bile rose in Misato's throat, and she swallowed her hatred.

"So you did? Kill him, I mean."

"No. I was just remarking on the fact that his presence here should have been dealt with decisively at an earlier point in time." Gendo looked past her, at his son lying limp on the floor. "I do not know who killed him."

"That's a discussion for another time, then," Misato grated. She crossed her arms. "It wasn't incredibly difficult, you know...to arrange this. All we needed to do was to show the evidence. The evidence he collected...Kaji. My Kaji." She nodded, owning the name. It was hers, now. No one else's.

"The weak minded are easily swayed," Gendo said indifferently.

"Third Impact was the goal the entire time. We were...fighting to end the world, not to save it." She shook her head. "Did any of you old men really think that we would throw away our ideals at the drop of a hat? That we would...accept that!?"

"All of you are irrelevant to that end," the Commander said.

"For irrelevant people, we sure threw a wrench in your plans," Misato said. "I'm surprised you didn't see this as a possibility."

"It can't be stopped, you know," Gendo said. "It will happen, eventually. It has too. The pieces aren't stacked. They're falling. They've been falling ever since that day in Antarctica. We're just waiting for them to land." He glared at her. "How do YOU want them to land?"

"You don't get it: it's done. We've secured the bridge, the armory, the Evas. We have guards outside of the LCL Plant, and Adam is secured. There is no Third Impact. It is not happening. We will keep fighting the Angels, despite you, and the Committee, and Seele, and all of--"

"You'd let him stay dead?" The calm question stunned Misato.

"...what?"

"All I wanted...all I desired...was to see my Yui again. That's all." He made fist with his right hand. It was trembling in a way that seemed unnatural. "Wouldn't you like that? To see your Kaji again?" He looked up at her. "It's going to happen, Major. You can't delude yourself: it will happen, and when it does...how will you let it occur? To the whims of some old men? To yours?" His head cocked to the side.

"...would you like to see him again?"

Misato's heart pounded in her ears, the echoes of that last recorded message in the back of her mind. This man was a devil that had brought a very tempting bargain. She considered it. She actually considered it. To hear Kaji again, to hold him. The smell of his aftershave, the taste of his mouth. To be held.

To be held.

She turned her gaze to Gendo's right hand. She pointed at it, and one of the guards followed the unspoken command. Grabbed the wrist, raised the arm.

Revealed...it.

"Jesus wept," she mumbled. All thoughts...all her desires of Kaji vanished in the reality of that sight. "What is...that...thing?"

"It's a key. Nothing more," Gendo said.

"A key? A...that's a...no. No." She shook her head, and loomed over Gendo. "No bargains, no deals, no promises. This is ending. This is over. Seele murdered this world. They raped it. They...raped...it. This is done. Humanity is not your plaything, it is not an experiment...so no. No dice. It's over." She swiped her hands in the air, a motion of dismissal. "Done. Second Impact is Final Impact. There will be no more."

"...then get used to Kaji being a memory, because that's all--"

Misato slapped the man, a backhand that cut his lip. His head turned slightly with the blow, but he stayed silent. He turned his sullen gaze towards her, a simmering rage beneath the eyes, and it struck her how similar this man looked to his son. For a moment, it was as though she was looking at Shinji...at a resentful and hurt little boy.

She turned to Hyuga. "This man is to be isolated. No one has access to him. Clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And find out what that thing is!" she snapped, pointing at Gendo's hand. Hyuga nodded, and turned to issue order's to Gendo's guards. They hauled him to his feet, and moved him roughly out of the office. Misato was left alone with Shinji.

She sighed, and allowed her mind to decompress for a moment. To shed the confusing and hurtful emotions, to take stock of the situation. To reach equilibrium. She looked down at the boy, lying listless and empty.

Misato knelt down next to him, and laid a hand on his head. "This has to be done, Shinji," she whispered. "They were going to do it. To finish what Second Impact started. We had been lied to, this...whole time. We were being used."

Shinji did not reply. He didn't move under her hand, didn't even seem to be breathing.

"Kaji...Kaji left us the way out. It was what he was doing before...he...." She swallowed. "I couldn't tell you. But...this is to make you safe, do you understand? I'm going to make you safe."

She lifted him to a sitting position. He lolled, limp, like a dead animal. In that moment, as they were alone, Misato felt pain. The sense of utter isolation, of being truly alone. She felt it looking at him. She felt in herself.

She pulled him close, and held him tightly. For a moment, they sat motionless, her nose burrowed into his hair, his face against her shoulder. Then he squirmed. And twisted. And jerked.

Misato continued to hold him. A sharp pain shot through her as the boy sank his teeth into her shoulder. She bit her cheek, but refused to let go. She trembled as his bite became harder, more firm. She felt a warm trickle run down her chest, knew that there would be blood.

She did not let go.

Presently...Shinji did. The teeth retracted from the wound he had made. He went limp once more, but leaned heavily into Misato.

"I'm going to fix this," she whispered. "I promise you I'll fix this." Shinji said nothing, and the blood ran down Misato's arm.
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Postby ElMariachi » Sun Nov 09, 2014 5:56 pm

Interesting concept, a "what if" of Misato that decided to haul ass and act slightly earlier instead of waiting for the JSSDF to barge in and kill everyone to start to try to do something.
Still, why do I have the feeling that things will still go horribly wrong at some moment? After all there's still a pissed off Seed of Life in human skin that's just waiting for finally get back in her original body and be able to die that they don't know is here!

Also that Shinji made me remember why I couldn't stand him in EoE. :um:
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Postby MisterHalt » Sun Nov 09, 2014 6:05 pm

You had my curiosity when I saw the author name, but now you have my full attention after reading the first chapter. I eagerly await more of this. I'm not really sure what Shinji was trying to accomplish at the end there, but given the events that have already happened, I'm not exactly surprised.
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Postby ElMariachi » Sun Nov 09, 2014 6:10 pm

View Original PostMisterHalt wrote:I'm not really sure what Shinji was trying to accomplish at the end there, but given the events that have already happened, I'm not exactly surprised.

Well, if I had to take a guess, I would say it's mindless nihilistic self-destruction: he's so done with life that he instinctively rejects any form of human warm or even communication. Main difference with EoE is that here it's Misato's stoic and caring shoulder that becomes the target of his lashing out, while in EoE it was Rei presenting him the trigger to kill the human race.
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Postby xanderkh » Sun Nov 09, 2014 6:13 pm

^

I think the bite that Shinji did represents his lack of trust with everyone that he's been around and is final broken sense of apathy to the world around him. Think about it, Misato just told him that Nerv has been lying to them about everything almost, so who the hell can he trust, since he just murdered Kaworu, the only person in the world that liked him with no other ulterior motive then just him being Shinji.

He's probably thinking along the lines of: "You just told me I did the right thing Misato by murdering another, but now you tell me everything we knew was a LIE? Who the hell is even right then? You? My father? Nerv?.....I don't care anymore.....everyone lies to me....everyone uses me....Fuck you Misato.....Fuck you all....."

I hope that their relationship can be repaired, if that's the case. :sniffle:
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Postby Gob Hobblin » Sun Nov 09, 2014 6:24 pm

Not saying this is WHY...because I'm just an observer ( :tongue: ), but I figured it was Shinji's attempt to get away. He wasn't feeling comforted by Misato, but suffocated, and restrained, and frightened. He didn't WANT to be comforted. When he couldn't get away by fighting back, he lashed out in a very primordial, basic way (and a childish one, at that...children bite).

He was trying to fight her away. Misato decided to suffer the pain to show him she wouldn't run, and he relinquished and accepted her hug.

At least, that's my theory - and just a theory (I believe in the death of the author). Xander has a pretty good theory himself (and I really like ElMariachi's interpretation!).
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Postby Gob Hobblin » Sun Nov 09, 2014 10:33 pm

Chapter 2:

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Misato gently walked Shinji into the sterile room. His pace was listless and unmotivated; he seemed less like a solid thing, and more like a wisp. He stumbled to a halt for just a moment, taking in the Nerv security personnel and medical staff crowding the space. This was the largest of the medical suites, with rows of beds lining the walls. Misato gave Shinji a small nudge, and continued walking him into the suite. She guided him past the beds, to an area where the other two Children had been moved.

Rei sat quietly on one of the beds, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. She didn’t acknowledge Shinji or Misato’s arrival. Instead, she seemed to be waiting for something. Waiting. Locked and motionless.

Asuka lay in the next bed over, her wrists bandaged and medical monitors beeping incessantly. Shinji stopped once more, fixated on the sight of Asuka. Misato gave him a final nudge, guiding him to the last bed, and sat him down. He continued to stare at Asuka, his expression gradually becoming forlorn and sallow. Misato crouched in front of him, blocking his view of the girl for a moment. Shinji’s eyes lost their focus, and he seemed to pull into himself.

“I’m going to go now. You’ll be safe in this room. I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?” Shinji said nothing. Misato gathered his hands together, held them gently. “Don’t run away, Shinji.” He flinched, as though expecting a slap. The focus returned to his eyes, and he looked at Misato’s shoulder. She was wearing her jacket, but she knew he had seen the angry gash he had bitten into the skin. His tongue worked in his mouth for a moment, and he looked like he was going to be sick. There was still a smudge of blood on the corner of his mouth. Her blood.

Misato cupped his cheek, directed his gaze away from the shoulder, and used her thumb to try and wipe away the smudge. Without thinking, she withdrew the hand and licked a glob of spit onto her thumb, and used it to clean the blood. Something about the motion amused her immensely, and she grinned slightly. “Look at me, being all motherly. What a silly thought, right? God, I’d be an awful mom. Probably drop my kid in washing machine by accident or something.” The smudge disappeared under her efforts, and she nodded in satisfaction. She gently lifted his chin with both hands.

“Good. All better. See? I can fix some things. Right?” She smiled at him. His lips started trembling, and his eyes became blurred under rapidly forming tears. She continued to force a smile. How do you comfort a teenage boy? What do they want? What do they need?

Should she flirt with him? Offer him…favors, or something? How does this work? How is this thing handled?

No…no, he’s a teenager. He’s a child. He’s a little boy. He snorted, noisy and slowly becoming ashamed. Misato leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, deep and warm. She then whispered into his ear, “Just stay here and rest. Go to sleep, and I’ll be here when you wake up. Okay?”
He mumbled something unintelligible, but she felt him nod. She guided him down onto the bed, and turned to wave over a medic. “A sedative, maybe? Nothing big, just…help him sleep?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the medic agreed. Misato gave Shinji one last scratch on his scalp, then turned and walked briskly towards the door. She crossed the threshold and almost ran into Hyuga.

“Aoba just sent a message: he wants to know if we’re cutting Magi or not.”

“Tell him to disconnect it and get back as soon as possible. And…stop by a medic on the way in. Has he actually told you what his injury is?”

“No, ma’am. Speaking of which…,” Misato grunted in surprise and bit of embarrassment as Hyuga grabbed her wrist and raised it up. There was still blood from her shoulder caked on the back of her hand. “Are you okay?”

“That’s kind of forward for you, Lieutenant,” she said peevishly, tugging her hand away and glaring at him. He gave that ‘Aw, shucks’ grin, and she glanced away to hide a smirk. It was very hard to stay angry at Hyuga. “Shinji bit me…kind of deep. I’ll be fine.”

“You do know that can get infected quickly.”

“Send a medic up to the bridge. We can treat it up there,” Misato stated, pressing past the guards and picking up her pace. Hyuga easily matched her stride.

“Any idea on the timetable from…our friends?”

“Oh, you do not want me to answer that question,” Misato said. Hyuga winced.

“We’re just…kind of charging into this, then?”

“Pretty much.”
“…as usual, right?” Hyuga said, grinning. Misato laughed.

“It’s what we’re best at, buddy,” she declared, grabbing Hyuga’s neck in a bear-hug. He protested for a moment before she released him, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go let this thing play out, and see where it takes us.”

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When they came to the bridge, Misato was surprised to see Maya with a tissue shoved up her nose. It was stained red at the edges. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I…it just started…it just started bleeding,” she stammered.

“…did you just stress yourself into a nosebleed?” Hyuga asked, taking his usual place.

“I might have,” Maya admitted, leaning down to spit red phlegm into a waste bin under her console. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“It’s okay. I might be puking into that bin myself in a minute.”

“It’s interesting, isn’t it?” Hyuga said, booting up his console. “Think about everything we’ve faced from this room. Everything, and the one thing that scares us the most is other humans.”

Maya nodded. “Aoba has reported success. Magi has now been physically disconnected from the outside. We’ve been completely locked down, ma’am.”

“Good job,” Misato said. “Where are we on securing the Center?”

“We still can’t locate Vice-Commander Fuyutsuki, but Dr. Akagi…has been secured in her lab,” Maya said. Misato noted the hesitation, and filed it away for later. “We still have fighting on levels 34, 20, and 18.” The main screen flickered, and security camera footage appeared. Nerv personnel clashed with each other, in some area at point blank range. “We have a contingent of Section-2 holed up in level 5, and a hostage situation developing at the Foundry.”

“Hostage situation?

“It looks as though some fiber techs had been caught by a Sec-2 tactical team. No more than four individuals, but they have at least…an estimated twelve technicians hostage.”

“Leave that for now, and have no Security personnel approach too closely. Just set up a perimeter…where in the Foundry are they holding them?”

“One of the machine shops. Limited access.”

“Not a primary shop?”

“No, ma’am.” Misato nodded, and sighed.

“Bring Dr. Akagi up to the bridge. Have her searched, first.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She scratched her head. “…Can we get some TV in here?”

“Ma’am?”

“Newsfeeds, anything.”

“Uh…yeah, one minute,” Hyuga said, beginning to fiddle at his station. As he did, a group of security personnel entered the bridge, Aoba at their head.

“Good to have you back, Lieu…what the hell?” Misato stared at Aoba. He had a piece of gauze pressed against his left cheek, but it was doing an absolutely awful job of staunching the blood.

“You should see the other guy,” he said through clenched teeth.

“What the hell!? Get out of here and get down to Medical!” Misato snapped.

“No, no, it’s fine. See, it already stopped bleeding,” he grunted. He removed the gauze to reveal the nasty gash from the corner of his mouth up to his ear.

“It was a flechette bullet, ma’am,” one of the Security guards said. “A little bit more to the right and the Sir wouldn’t be here anymore.”

“You sound so upset about that,” Aoba giggled.

“Is he in shock?” Hyuga asked, alarmed.

“No, but I am doped up to my eyeballs right now,” Aoba admitted. “Not enough to stop me from working.”

“The hell you are. You’re going—”

“I can sit at my station. It’s just sitting down. It’s nothing, really.” His eyes focused on Misato. “I’m good, ma’am. I just need to sit, is all.” Misato glared at him, and noted the arrival of the medic for her shoulder.

“You! Take a look at his cheek, okay? I can wait. The rest of you report to the duty officer in the hall. He’ll assign you where you need to go.” Aoba looked grateful, and sat down in his chair.

“News is up,” Maya noted quietly. Misato looked up at the screen.

“What are we watching for?” Hyuga asked.

“We shall know it when we see it,” Misato said grandly. She inhaled quietly. “…none of you needed to be here, you know?”

“What?” Maya asked. The three bridge techs looked at her in confusion. “Of course we did. After what you showed us…this is…this is our job! This is what we do.” Maya waved her hand in the air. “How could we not?”

“It’s appreciated, is what I’m saying,” Misato said.

“Don’t thank us,” Hyuga insisted. “This is where we belong.”

“And this needs stitches,” the medic interjected, carefully cleaning out the wound on Aoba’s cheek. “It’s nice your being all stoic, but you’re going to scar and maybe bleed yourself into unconsciousness.”

“I won’t…I’m not going to—”

“Look, you can get stitched up and back up here in less than four hours, or you can pass out on your console. Decision is yours.” Aoba grumbled helplessly.

“Just get to Medical. Your station is waiting for you,” Misato said, shucking her jacket. Aoba grumbled mirthlessly, but accepted the wad of fresh gauze the medic offered and wandered off the bridge.

“What did this?” the medic asked, turning his attention to the bite on Misato’s shoulder.

“Long story,” Misato said, as the medic began scrubbing the wound with alcohol. “I imagine it should have a good ending. At least I’d like it to.”

----

There was no real reason for Misato to sit in the Commander’s chair beyond the fact that she had always wanted to, if just to see what it felt like. It was…a most uncomfortable chair. And she didn’t like being separated from the techs, but she needed a little privacy, and the shot that the medic had given her made her feel a little lightheaded. She was still sitting there when she felt a familiar presence sidle next to her, and the smell of cigarettes wafted over her.

“Hiya, Ritz,” she mumbled, staring intently at the massive wall monitor.

“Misato,” a dull voice that could have been Ritz’s replied. Misato glanced up at her: the woman didn’t look any different from the Ritsuko she remembered, if somehow…thin. Thin in the soul.

There was something bad lurking beneath her, and Misato was unable to determine what that was. She studied Ritsuko’s profile a second longer, and turned back to the screen.

“Didn’t see this coming,” Ritz murmured

“Apparently, neither did Gendo. Or Seele…hopefully.”


“Making very big assumptions, are we?”

“I have made no assumptions about you.” She glanced back at her friend…if friend was something she still could be called. “Where do you sit, in all of this?”

“Where I always have.”

“Don’t be coy, Ritz,” Misato said. “I can’t see you being in your position and not know where the Commander was headed.”

“And I’m shocked you could be in your position and never connect the dots,” Ritsuko said. “Willful ignorance, perhaps?” She sniffed, and crossed her arms. “And now this. This temper tantrum. Oh, Seele is not going to be happy about this.”

“I don’t especially care what they think, at the moment.”

“You will when they come knocking,” Ritsuko said. “So…why are we watching television instead of preparing?”

“I’m waiting for something,” Misato mumbled.

“What?”

“I’ll know when I see it.” She leaned forward, and rubbed her hands together.

“And what am I doing here?”

“Waiting and watching. And nothing else.”

Ritsuko fidgeted. “…can I smoke?”

“No.”

And so they sat silently: Misato slumped in the former Commander’s chair, Ritsuko slouched next to her with her arms crossed, and the bridge technicians quietly manned their terminals. Occasionally, Ritsuko would cough, as though she wanted something. Misato did not acknowledge her, and instead counted down the time. An hour passed. Then two. Aoba returned in the interim, his face patched with a large bandage.

Three hours.

Ritsuko had begun to get even more fidgety when the words EMERGENCY BROADCAST cut across the screen. “Change the channel!” Misato snapped. Hyuga complied. The same message appeared on each channel they switched to: emergency. Breaking news. Extra, extra.

“Stop,” Misato said. “Give me the sound.” They stopped on a channel which was displaying imagery of the New Kantei. They were playing imagery of commandos entering the building in combat kit.

“—at appears to be members of the SBU storming the Prime Minister’s offices. Again, these images…taken in Tokyo-2 at the New Kantei, time stamped at nearly twenty minutes ago, show members of our military entering the offices in force. We have unverified reports that these are SBU sailors, but we can’t confirm that at this time, beyond the fact that these are Japanese soldiers.”

“That’s what we’re waiting for,” Misato murmured. The Phone began buzzing. She answered. “Is this you I see on the news?” she said.

“I can’t verify what you see on the news,” the voice chided. “I can say that an unknown force has apparently been involved in an incident at the Evangelion Center in Tokyo-3, and that a threat connected to this incident has been leveled against the Prime Minister, who is being secluded for his protection.”

“Oh, my.”

“Indeed. We are currently detaching troops from the CRF to secure the Center, as well a few teams from the SFG to guide them in. I personally think that they won’t find anything amiss, but one can’t be too careful these days.”

“I agree. You wouldn’t happen to know which way these troops would be coming, would you?”

“I would not, but I do happen to have on hand that they are not coming from the west, the east, or north.”

“Well…that narrows it down a bit, doesn’t it?”

“I would hope so. Am I correct to assume that there won’t be any trouble…from this unspecified direction?”

“No trouble at all. Please give my regards to the Prime Minister: I know this must be a stressful time.”

“I will be certain to.” The line went dead, and Misato pocketed the phone.

“Let the South Gate know that JSSDF troops will be approaching, and they’re to let them in,” she stated.

“Confirmed?” Hyuga asked.

“Confirmed. It sounds like light infantry, so expect some combat cars and trucks.” She stood up, and stretched. “Christ, I need a cigarette.”

“I don’t remember you being a smoker,” Ritsuko mumbled, still sullen.

“I’m not: I could just go for a cigarette right now. Things actually look like they’re going our way, but all it takes is one little mistake, and bam! All downhill.” She gestured, indicating she wanted Ritsuko to go first.

“Oh, after you,” Ritsuko said sarcastically.

“Please, Ritz, we’ve been friends a long time…if anybody should put a bullet in your back, it’s me.” The scientist stared at Misato.

“You’re not joking.”

“I’m undecided at this point. Help me reach a decision.” Ritsuko glared, and then tiredly turned her back and left the bridge, Misato on her heels.

----

There were a few smoking lounges scattered throughout the Center, with filter lamps to clean the air. Misato followed Ritsuko into the one nearest to the bridge, taking a seat across from the blond woman and lighting a cigarette.

Ritsuko sniffed, recognizing the smell. “I know that brand. I didn’t know you smoked it.”

“I don’t. Kaji did,” Misato said, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes. She rubbed her temple, tasting the smoke and savoring it. She sat for a few minutes, and opened her eyes. Ritsuko had locked eyes on the pack, and her fidgeting was becoming more pronounced.
Misato still did not offer a cigarette.

“So, Ritz: from one friend to another…just clue me in on how deep in this mess you are.”

“I’m getting tired of this little naivety game that you’re playing.”

“Naive? Eh…perhaps.” Misato took another drag. “My eyes are open, now. What about yours?”

“Me? Really?” She scoffed. “Spare me. You and your…Jesus, you’re dense. Do you think this will change anything? Do you think you’ve actually accomplished something by this stunt? That you can actually trust whoever it is on the other end of that phone? You…stupid woman.” Misato said nothing, but continued to puff at the cigarette. “These men…they’ve been planning this act for years. Did you know Gendo had an agenda? He never told me, but I figured it out, I could read between the lines. You don’t spend that much time with a man and not learn something!”

Misato spat onto the floor, but still said nothing. “Do you know how many years he had to put his plan into play? Years. Years! And you think that…in a few days…a few days you can waltz in and just upset everything? Are you insane!?”

“I’m just using what was given to me,” Misato said quietly.

“By Kaji!? He’s dead! How well do you think that worked out for him!? Huh?” Ritsuko was trembling with rage now. Misato sniffed, and stood. She stepped to the door and called a guard over.

“Please escort the Doctor back to the bridge. Be sure to accompany her at all times: she’s an observer, and meant to observe. Nothing more.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I enjoyed this talk, Ritz, but I think you’re taking it a bit personally. You should probably take some time to cool down. Think things through.” Misato waved ineffectually as she left. “I have to go greet some guests. We’ll catch up later.” She hurried down the hall, feeling the anger burning behind her. Releasing her own as she went to the south gate.
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Postby cyharding » Mon Nov 10, 2014 12:27 am

I like how this is progressing. I can see that if Misato had more time in the series than what she got, she would have pulled off something like this. The only problem is that I'm having trouble deciphering some the acronyms, but it is a minor complaint. Can't wait to see it blow up in Misato's face.

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Postby Gob Hobblin » Mon Nov 10, 2014 12:32 am

Thanks. This is was written with the definite assumption that Kaji had accomplished more than he was able to in canon.

For acronyms, quick rundown:

CRF - Central Reaction Force: this is the real-world Japanese Ground-Self Defense Forces infantry response force. Basically, they do the exact same thing US Army Rangers do.

SFG - Special Forces Group. This is the equivalent of the US Delta Force.

SBU - Special Boarding Unit: the Japanese equivalent of the US Navy SEALs.
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Postby ElMariachi » Mon Nov 10, 2014 7:31 am

You know the worst, it's possible that in canon Kaji did had accomplished that must (he was in regular contact with what we could infer was the JDA after all) but that Misato waited to long before deciding to check the data Kaji left her to use all the resources he left behind!
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Postby pwhodges » Mon Nov 10, 2014 7:59 am

So, is Ritsuko right? Has Misato followed Kaji's posthumous guidance into an unwinnable situation? They have Nerv locked down, and Gendou in custody; so I guess the big question is who will come knocking at the door, and with what forces, and what can be done to counter them.
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Postby amitakartok » Mon Nov 10, 2014 8:33 am

View Original Postpwhodges wrote:They have Nerv locked down, and Gendou in custody; so I guess the big question is who will come knocking at the door, and with what forces, and what can be done to counter them.


I think the next step in this situation would be for Misato to alert the JSSDF to what's going on, before SEELE gets to them first. In an ideal scenario, this would result in the JSSDF's response to SEELE "alerting" them to NERV's shenanigans being not "well shit, we can't let that happen" but "well duh, we already know that; the question is, where did you hear about it?"

Of course, it's more likely that the JSSDF decides not to trust either side and either moves against both or decides to just stay out of it, possibly to wait out one side's defeat then move against the other.
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Postby Gob Hobblin » Mon Nov 10, 2014 8:55 am

I would like to direct your attention to the fact that the troops coming are supposedly a small force of commandos, as opposed to a multi arms task group like the 4th Div.

What could that mean!?

(Inception stinger chord)

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Postby ElMariachi » Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:17 am

Also, lets not forget the Harpies. They are the brunt of SEELE's assault and the ones that can still make them win, IIRC SEELE's B plan in Eoe, since the LoL is n the Moon, the Harpy have to make the ritual for starting Third Impact and the HIP with EVA-01 instead.
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Postby amitakartok » Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:23 am

^^Didn't see there was a second chapter, sorry. Still, there is a risk that the JSSDF will try to backstab NERV as soon as it's convenient, ie. once SEELE is no longer a threat.

^That'd be too quick and easy. Gob wouldn't do that.
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Postby Gob Hobblin » Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:48 am

^

I might: I'm wily like that.

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Dun-dun DUUUUUN!

rest assured though, I have considered the harpies. There is still some conntention regarding the Lance (and Lances), but I think I'm coming to a comfortable resolution on that.
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Postby amitakartok » Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:51 am

If you ask me, launch the Lance on escape velocity out of the solar system. That'll make sure SEELE can never get their hands on it.
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Postby Gob Hobblin » Mon Nov 10, 2014 10:00 am

Then what can be used to seal Lilith? Remember, removing the Lance was acritical step in intiating Impact. That's also not accounting for Nerv's plans for it.

Or for someone else's: Yui.
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Postby ElMariachi » Mon Nov 10, 2014 10:07 am

^
Well, SEELE had a contingency plan with the fakes Lances and using Unit 01 instead of Lilith, Gendo doesn't need the Lance at all, and Yui can presumably call for the Lance herself since she obtained a S² organ. (like how Shinji's madness called it from the Moon in EoE), so the game isn't over for any of them yet, and Rei III still has to make her move, she wants to die and probably won't let Gendo being captured be an obstacle for that.
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Postby amitakartok » Mon Nov 10, 2014 10:34 am

View Original PostGob Hobblin wrote:Then what can be used to seal Lilith?


Why not just chuck Lilith into space as well? She already fulfilled her function of seeding the Earth with life - although Rebuild suggests that her continued proximity is required for the biosphere to stay intact. At least, that's my headcanon.

Remember, removing the Lance was a critical step in initiating Impact.


Second Impact and Adam, yes. However, Lilith seems to be fine and dandy without a Lance lodged into her. Before the Lance was recovered, Lilith wasn't impaled by anything and yet she stayed put; once the Lance is pulled out of her, she still remains dormant until Rei returned to her. Thus, Lilith doesn't really seem to require having a Lance in her.
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