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Futuristic At the Edge of the Apocalypse, an Eternal Principle

Huginn


Huginn received the communication from the base commander and toggled his radio twice in the affirmative. There was a slight bump as the transport ship disengaged, releasing him just miles above the atmosphere. His evangelion was keyed into the base's systems, allowing him to see the location of the spawns and their mother angel. How did Bartholomew know? A question for another time. Now it was time to do what he was made for.


"Activating A.T. Field. Entering atmosphere." Huginn pushed forward on both levers, guiding the evangelion over the orbital threshold. Gravity took hold once more with a start, tugging at his gut. He ignored it, angling the field, taking control of it. Aiming it and himself as if a bullet, straight for the angel hiding beneath the waves, its heat profile revealing its presence. For a moment he wondered how well the metropolis would withstand the subsequent tsunami, but he wasn't concerned. His orders had been delivered. Now he just had to follow them... and protect Irene.


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  • Somewhere at some point, Irene had actually nodded off to sleep. It was only the first fragments and bursts of planetside frequencies that roused her from the nap. She resisted rubbing at her eyes, probably wasn't a good idea working LCL into them.


    It was still quiet, a sense of panic started worming its way through her still sleep muzzled senses about where Huginn was. Irene was just about to try and hail him when command piped in.


    Two things stuck out the most. The first was 30 seconds until entry. The other was Huginn's confirmation.


    The other points and facts started filtering down, even as she started swearing rapidly in her native language and getting herself situated. Speaking like that wasn't exactly approved of, but you didn't live around soldiers without picking up some of the habits.


    The AT field was spread again, the earlier execising of it made it feel a bit less awkward. She still was hoping the angel might be made out of a soft marshmellow like material to help with the impact.


    "Right into the angel, right Huginn? Lets just hope we're like Balmung reforged!"


    The giddiness that crept in her voice, reaching nearly a shout wasn't just from the stress of being in isolation for so long, dropping through orbit into combat or being without an umbilical cable. A part of Irene could feel the eva was ready to get its teeth wet again.


 
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Cassidy Kelly


Despite the drama unfolding across the communications channels, Cassidy attempts to remain focus and concentrates on targeting the next Angelspawn. There is an almost eerie disconnect from the lack of recoil from energy weapons, Kelly observes, as the microwave beam instantly connects and superheats the target.
 
Like streaking stars, the drop-pod clad Evangelions descend from the heavens; as arrows, fired from the bow of some far off deity it might almost seem. To those within it occurs slowly and gradually, over a period of days- but to those watching from the city, those entangled in combat with the hideous brood of the Angel these glorious projectiles are aimed at, it all seems to become visible in a matter of seconds. A bright light in the sky- and two streaking lights impacting one after the other, orange Hexagons rippling in the air around each, creating the mirage of light that shines across the sky as the sun dips below the horizon- only for it's light to be briefly rivaled upon the point of impact.


The Evangelions pierce through the Angel, before the drop pods unfold. As the God Machines unfurl from the cramped space of the pod, going fully active yet finally, they find their heads alone escape the water. Thankfully already clad in apropriate equipment for this kind of deployment due to the foresight of those who prepared for this, the Evangelions find themselves mostly submersed- and in a haze of water that is now black with the blood of the Angel....


But the Angel's core remains very much intact, as it's scream of rage and pain ripples through the region, verbal and psychic all at once as it turns it's body, gaping holes and all, to flee towards the shore- launching a parting barrage of tendril-slashes at the two Evangelions responsible for it's agony.


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The Slashes of vibrating monofilament tendrils come close- too close for comfort, some might say- as the beast beats a retreat while lashing out. The angel's blood twists in the waters- even as it's spawn fall one by one in the distance, leaving but a single of the pod-like things in the ground, now beginning to pull itself free of the earth slowly but surely; as the smoke clears around that final spawn of madness; even as the other two finish their painful dying at the hands of the Evangelions...


And their mother writhes towards shore, bleeding in the water from the two massive holes gored in it.


Huginn (13, 4 Agi)


Natalia / Irene (13, 3 Agi)


Angel


Commandant (8)


Cassidy (4)


Final Spawn
 
Natalia Romanova


The young Russian grins as the additional Eva's make their orbital drops into the middle of the fight. "Yeah! Welcome to the party, guys! The Angel is still out of range, so I'm going to engage the final spawn. Standby."


Raising up her MAS Rifle, she takes careful aim on the alien form in the middle of her new city. In a quiet voice, she mutters, "Eat this!" and she pulls the trigger.


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And it looks like I was wide and outside with that one. Damn.
 
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  • Huginn


    Reaching the drop point took nearly half a day. Dropping to the surface took seconds. The Evangelion crashed into the water, sinking deep and striking home. Blood roiled through the waves as the pod unfolded, allowing the unit's sensors to pick up his surroundings. They water came up to the Eva's shoulders, its weight dragging at the metal frame with its sleek armor. The angel struck back, but the training took over. The mecha responded as if it were his own flesh and blood, twisting out of the way of the tendrils.


    Irene struck first, as always. She charged in immediately, but in the waves her attack fell short of the Angel. Huginn knew his own role as well. He brought forth his A.T. Field once more, wrapping it around his Evangelion in a diffuse layer of semi-visible armor. Seawater hissed as it crashed against the physics-defying field. He keyed the comm with his chin, accessing the channel that would connect to not only Irene, but the other pilots and base commander as well. "Initiating contact. Neutralizing enemy A.T. Field."


    Easier said than done. Opposing the A.T. Field of the Angel was an effort both physical and mental, setting his will in opposition to an entity of unknown origins. The strain made his temples flare with pain. Huginn ignored it as best he could, focusing on the goal. I have to weaken it so Irene can kill it. That's all I can do. She's the strong one. Aloud, he said, "Commander, Unit 04 has a shorter operational life. Please advise." The battery warning on the edge of his screen was already starting to blink red, indicating he had less than 30 seconds of power remaining. He drew the Progressive Knife from the storage wing, the vibrating blade blurring to life with a menacing hum, and waited for further orders, keeping a wary eye on the Angel.
 
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Two fields of energy, of light, of magnified and replicated soul, clash against each other. Red Hexagons overlay against orange, and the fields tremble against each other as you begin to form a breach, a tunnel through which your territory overwhelms it's own. It feels wrong, as you reach out; neutralizing most of it's AT Field; which seems to be surprisingly weak for an Angel; barely any stronger than one of your own, in fact. Your AT Field trembles against the beast's own; waves shuddering as the zones of broken reality clash...


And your own seems to actually win; as it lashes out in a counterattack, twin whips of mono-edged tendrils lashing out at the Machine-God that dares defile the sanctity of Galgaliel's absolute territory. A howl of fury and rage lashes out psychically, as the two attacks lash out physically.


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Renée Durant


Four immense black monoliths emblazoned with the NERV logo soar over the bay, each held aloft by sixteen Bumblebee heavy lift VTOLs redlining their engines to gain altitude fast enough to be above the initial shockwave but close enough to immediately deliver their payloads.


4th HLW at 6000 metres and rising. 4HLW, be advised you are not projected, repeat not projected to escape the blast radius.


4HLW Actual copies. Increasing thrust.


4HLW-17 engine 2 failure. Breaking off.


4HLW-32 copies, got you covered.





Black smoke trailing from one of its vectored thrusters, one of the Bumblebees disconnects its cable and rolls off, diving to build speed for a return to the safety Tokyo-3. One of a small group of reserve units swoops into position, deploying its grappling cable and wire guiding it into position to clamp onto the primary attachment ring at the top of the battery with a small UAV before resuming its ascent.


Enlil final burns complete, Units-02 and 03 have entered stratosphere. I-9 seconds.


Radiation spike. Contact with re-entry vehicles lost.


We have satellite visual, course steady. Units projected to splashdown within 3 km.


Unexpected AT pattern resonance. Cause unknown, pattern blue elements, possibly hostile.


Angel is attempting evasive manoeuvres. Units correcting. Course update, 1.5 km. I-7.





Renée grasped the back of the chair in front of her with both hands, her knuckles white, as she stared at the new projection on the primary display. Two brilliant white stars were falling from the sky, so bright as to cast deep shadows along the bay. If the display were a window it would burn her retinas out to stare so intently at their descent from the heavens. Her eyes periodically flit to a secondary display still tracking the engagement with the final Angelspawn.


Hornets hurtle down streets in pairs at breakneck speed, passing perilously close to the Angelspawn and briefly activating the crude positron emitters in their bleeding edge anti-Angel targeting pods. Nowhere near strong enough to penetrate an AT field in any meaningful way, by measuring the backscatter of positron emission at point blank range the MAGI can determine the shape of the target's AT field to a depth of several layers to compute impossible targeting solutions. A swarm of dragonflies, operating from a much safer distance, use a larger and higher powered equivalent in conjunction with LIDAR and traditional high powered laser designators to continuously update the EVAs targeting systems with the precise relative position and projected velocity of the target.


Renée watches Natalia's targeting reticle shift from green to red as she brings it to bear on what appears to be empty air behind the Angelspawn and pulls the trigger. She bites her tongue to stifle her indictment of her pilot's accuracy as she watches the shot punch through a reconfiguration induced gap in several outer layers of the target's AT field only to refract through an internal layer, bending to strike the target dead centre from the side, burning a gaping hole straight through. It utters a single, piercing scream before spraying the nearby buildings with a torrent of blood and collapsing. "Excellent shooting, Lt. Romanova," she offers, grudgingly.


Tango-4 neutralized. All tangos down.


I-5. Final booster separation detected.


AT resonance strengthening. It's like they're being pulled together.


Course correction, directly on target! I-2





"All personnel, brace for impact. Slave 4HLW to the MAGI."


We have touchdown.


The entire command deck is silent as the display washes out, unable to cope with the rapid shift in luminance. Thousands of litres of water boil in an instant, carving a visible depression in the ocean as the EVAs smash through the Angel in rapid succession, releasing an immense shock wave. The blast wave sweeps the clouds out of the sky for a dozen kilometres in every direction before washing over 4th HLW high above. Even with the MAGI making split second adjustments to thruster attitude and throttle, several collide with each other or their payload, tumbling towards the ocean below. On the hills above Tokyo-3, Air technicians dive to the tarmac as seconds later the blast wave washes over them, sending a few poorly secured aircraft tumbling end over end like toys. The streets of Tokyo-3 itself are largely unaffected, shielded by the armoured tsunami wall. Moments later the tsunami reaches the forward elements of the 6th Fleet, the top of the wave cresting over the two carriers as they fail to climb fast enough, tearing off navigation and communication arrays but leaving the superstructure relatively intact as they break through and descend the far side. Already elevators are opening to lift two massive emergency batteries onto deck.


As the satellite feed clears and the telemetry links with Unit-02 and Unit-03 are re-established two new status windows open indicating all systems nominal and the bridge erupts into raucous cheers, only well-drilled professionalism keeping them in their seats. "The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; God's in His heaven - All's right with the world!" intones Renée quietly as her hands relax, her smile wide but her eyes fixated on the expanding cloud of blood in the water, "Now to put the snail to the thorn."


This is 4HLW actual. We have casualties but are mission go. I repeat we are mission go. Diving now.


Units-02 and 03 reporting all status indicators nominal.


Catastrophic damage to the Angel. Good effect on target.


Pilots are conscious and are engaging. Patching them into C3 now.


Commander, Unit 04 has a shorter operational life. Please advise.





"Units-02 and 03, neutralize and immediately engage the Angel. Prevent it from reaching the shore at all costs. Units-00 and 01, once the tsunami breaks the barrier wall will lower. Do not allow the Angel to cross the shoreline. Re-engage the Artemis system, tag the Angel as planned."


This is 4HLW Actual. You're in good hands, kid. ETA 3 seconds.





The Bumblebees enter a reckless dive, accelerating their immense payloads forward and down before breaking free and allowing all four to splash down at various points alongside the projected route, kicking up large spouts of water. The NERV logos flare to life, glowing to highlight their position as inflatable elements immediately activate to neutralize their buoyancy and marine thruster attachments guide the closest umbilicals towards the EVAs.


Power deployed, rendezvousing with CTF to resupply.


Angel engaged! 30% armour penetration on Unit-03.


AT Field reads neutralized.





Renée grimaces at the damage report, having no choice but to trust these untested pilots. The tsunami breaks against the armoured plates lining the shore with a thunderous crash that shakes the city. Two armoured plates lower to knee height to provide cover without obstructing motion.
 
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Cassidy Kelly


In the wake of Pippa's Passing, the tsunami crashes against the barriers, sea spray exploding over them, reminiscent to Cassidy of the Atlantic storms pounding the headlands of the Irish coast in their youth. The hulking mass of the purple Evangelion is still momentarily as the spray showers down around it. "Toirneach de na Farriage."


The young child tugged at their shorts, unhappy with their shape, wishing for something different, while their father stood facing the sea. The waves broke against the ancient cliff face, spurred on by the on-shore breeze, sending large drops of sea water onto the child. Too startled to cry, the father picked them up. The man's arms were strong, capable, nevertheless gentle with the small frame of the child. Clinging on, the child could read the emblazoned name "KELLY" on the left breast of the uniform. "See, there is no need to be afraid. Look how the drops cling together, yearning to join each other." His hand pointed to the rivulets of water running down the rock face, back into the Atlantic. "We are just like the water, we all want to me one with each other again."





From the corner of the head unit's multi-spectrum optics, Cassidy observes Natalia's shot rebound internally within the Angelspawn's AT field. "Great trick shot, Nat! And I thought you said you specialised in CQC!" Kelly cheers on her comrade's efforts, laying waste to the last Angelspawn.


"-Units-00 and 01, once the tsunami breaks the barrier wall will lower. Do not allow the Angel to cross the shoreline. Re-engage the Artemis system, tag the Angel as planned." The focused voice of Durant broke across the comlink, directing her to action. "Oui, Commandant." Unit-01's index finger re-positioned along the length of the MAS Pistol's barrel, the conditioned trigger discipline of Saint-Cyr subconsciously been drawn upon, as the Evangelion turned towards the harbor. Cassidy fluidly moved the goliath with awful grace, its' metamaterial construction, grown as much as it was built and assembled, evoking a sense of respect equally of admiration at the international effort of cooperation coordinated by NERV in its' development, and fear of this simulacrum of humanity.


Cassidy felt it, sensing deep down inside, in a place she couldn't describe, before actually hearing it; her own AT Field reacting to the changing soul-expressions of those around her. "30% armour penetration on Unit-03!" Merde!





"Unit-01 moving to intercept position!" Kelly announced as the Evangelion broke into a run, the confines of the streets and thoroughfares preventing a sprint, least its' passing create collateral damage of its' own.
 
Natalia glares at the Angel as it advances. "Unit-00 moving forward to support Unit-03!" She moves forward to put her Eva into a better position to help protect the damaged unit. "Unit-03, keep your head down! I'm almost there!" Taking aim over the blast shield, she lets loose with another spray from her MAS Rifle. Best to engage the Angel at a distance when possible.


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My base WS is 34, +10 from the burst, and do we have any bonuses aiming at the Angel, or was that just the spawn that had that?
 
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On one hand, long distance is generally considered the safest to engage an Angel from.


On the other, it's also considered the least effective- both due to the AT Field, and the simple issues of aiming from that far away.


Thankfully- one of your comrades is already neutralizing the ATField.


Unfortunately, that means that when all but one of the blasts in your burst go astray into the sea, you cannot blame your foe for hacking reality- you just had a bit of trouble landing a shot from this distance..


Thankfully, it's not in the city- so there's no real collateral for missing at this range- as it continues it's advance towards the shore-- as one of the lances of light strikes into it's hide and sears a long line into it- but does not falter or even slow at the burning line etched into it's flesh; merely screaming in rage as cancerous buds of flower-like growth begin to sprout from it's wound...


Huginn (13, 4 Agi)


Natalia / Irene (13, 3 Agi) <<< (Irene!)


Angel


Commandant (8)


Cassidy (4)


Final Spawn
 
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