New Perspective Evangelion

A little something, a year after I first posted this...

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Virgo Patrol:: Somewhere near Venus.

“She’s a piece of living history,” Kara’s trainer kept telling her, “Zero-Three, the oldest known Evangelion, said to have fought in Ciudad del Los Angeles itself.”

The dark haired Children was almost sick of being told how much of an honour it was for her to be selected to Pilot this machine, of how envious the other Children would be of her. That’s what all the adults said anyway. The reality was that, nowadays, the black armoured mech was nothing more than a dinosaur, a beast of legend perhaps, but when compared against the modern Unit’s, how could it be anything but obsolete?

‘Nothing but a relic for museum.’ she thought bitterly.

Her training machine had better standard weapons and armour than this. By the looks of it, it hadn’t even been built for spaceflight, just sort of had a thruster assembly bolted on to the back in the hopes that it would work. A lash up job to keep it on active duty.

Blowing bubbles in the connect-fluid she relaxed back into the cracked vinyl of the Pilot’s seat, giving a cursory glance at the black starfield surrounding her, and the twinkling Seven-Five, maybe a thousand kilometres away.

She could almost be jealous of it’s pilot.

One of the more recent to be constructed, with a proper three hundred and sixty degree tri-dimensional display, instead of the five panel system she had to make do with.

“Enemy contacts, three blue confirmed, four thousand kilometres.” Lieutenant Jeffer’s voice crackled over the wireless. “Bearing Two zero zero mark four niner. Closing speed ten kps.”

A quick mental sum told her she had around five minutes before engagement range. Five minutes of sitting and waiting. Her first mission, her first battle. A year of testing and training had lead to this, these last few moments before she could finally prove herself.

She wanted the enemy to come now, to attack so she could launch into them with rifle, missile and blade, to show that, despite her aged machine, she was just as capable as any other Pilot.

But that was still four minutes and thirty seven seconds away, according to the electronic countdown beside her.

Sighing, she leant back in her seat, staring at the metal plug wall above her. For a moment, she thought she could see something, blurred and out of focus in the connect link liquid. Curiously, she rubbed at it with her suited hand, feeling something etched into the alloy.

It looked almost like some writing, worn smooth by what might have been centuries of link liquid, and maybe hundreds of Pilot’s doing the same thing as her.

If she focused, she could almost make it out.

God how she hoped it was something more than an old warning label, a waste of her attention at best. It looked instead is if it had been roughly carved in with a knife, or some heavy blade, maybe in some other Pilot’s spare five minutes.

PILOT,
FLY, ON YOUR WAY, LIKE AN EAGLE,
FLY AS HIGH AS THE STARS
NAGATO NORIKO, FOURTH CHILDREN

“Wow...” she swallowed a lump in her throat.

Fourth Children.

That meant…

For the first time, she could feel the true weight of the ancient machines history bearing down on her. The first Pilot, a direct link through centuries of battles, victories and defeats to those first few who’d born the weight of human survival on their shoulders. It was an awe inspiring thought, that there could be this tangible connection between her and those almost legendary times.

She could almost picture herself standing in that city, fighting those first monsters.

“Engagement range in Thirty seconds” The lieutenants voice dragged her awareness back into the present.

“Roger.” she answered.

She was quivering now.

Her first battle was coming, her radar systems had locked onto the target now. Her weapon was ready in her hands. Somehow, seeing that message scratched into the wall above her, she didn’t want to disgrace Zero-Three’s name. It terrified her that she would be the one who would destroy this veteran warrior. One simple mistake and centuries of history were lost to the stars.

Kara was determined now that she wouldn’t let that happen.

Those ancient words had opened her eyes, and finally, as she roared into her first battle, she thought she could understand why Zero-Three was still on the active roster, why her instructors had told her of the honour and responsibility of piloting the machine.

She could almost feel each and every Pilot of the EVA still with her, galloping alongside her. She could feel herself joining them, and perhaps, she thought, as long as the EVA existed, so would they all.

I………………………………………………I

Surprise!

I watched Diebuster recently, and got a rather cool idea. Rather than doing a full crossover fic I thought instead I’d do a quick add on for NPE, especially since it’s about a year since I first posted it. It was pretty much my first fic, so I thought why not? I bashed this together in a few minutes for my own fun, so it’s far from perfect, but hey, who knows maybe there’ll be more next year. I'm still working on the rewrite, so be sure to check that out.

And one free internets to the person who can tell me where the message actually comes from.

Slán Libh
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