Shinji Ikari One Shot One:
Angelborn
Gendo Ikari sat in the darkness amongst the monoliths of SEELE.
"We should have acted, they are already here!" Came from SEELE 03.
"The scrolls foretold of their coming, to reclaim this world for their father." SEELE 04 said, sullenly.
SEELE 06 was nearly hysterical. "His defeat was merely a delay, until after the door of Guf had been opened and his children awakened!"
"None wanted to believe they existed, but we knew better, they exist." Spoke the quiet baratone of SEELE 01.
"The truth has dawned and it has dawned in fire." They said together.
Gendo Ikari sat still, his hands steepled before him. When he spoke it was even and measured. "But there is one they fear…"
"You have found him?"
"Yes."
"He is here?"
"My operations commander is collecting him as we speak."
"But is the evangelion ready?"
"No, but they do not have our measure yet, the mighty among them have not yet awakened. If he is the one who is foretold then he should be more than a match for the first."
Shinji Ikari pushed back his helmet and looked around the strange forest. Well it wasn't really strange, it looked just like the forests back home. He had even seen some deer. It felt different though, even his horse was nervous. Granted she had not said anything, but horses rarely did, even special ones like her.
"Shhhhh girl, its okay." He said and stroked her mane. "Not much longer now."
He was pretty nervous himself, no small thing after what he had seen. He had read of the Oblivion gates that had heralded the beginning of the end of the Septim Empire. He had finished it when he retook Skyrim with Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak. The stone device he had passed through reminded me of those descriptions.
He took the paper map from his pack and checked it again. He couldn't be far now, the hills on his left and right matched perfectly with the lines on the map. He began to hear voices ahead and he soon saw a clearing through the trees. As he got closer he saw a woman with dark hair dressed in red and black, standing in front of a strange blue carriage.
He waved and brought his dark steed to a halt at the edge of the clearing. Fog covered the ground between him and the woman.
"Well met, are you Captain Katsuragi?"
"I am." She said, her head tilted. She had never seen a horse with glowing red eyes before, but she wasn't much of an equestrian. Then again the rider was wearing a horned helmet and armor that looked like it was made out of crocodile hide with sharps spurs sticking up all over it.
"Are you Shinji Ikari?"
"I have been called that, among other things. I have been told this is my true home, and I am needed to defend her."
"That is true."
"Then by the nine I shall." He said and swung his leg over his horse's saddle and jumped to the ground. They shook hands and Shinji took his sword and staff from the saddle. He sheathed the sword on his hip and sslung the staff across his back, then stroked the neck of the huge horse.
"Alright my friend, you can go home now." The horse shook her head and huffed. "Come on, don't be like that, we will meet again."
He slapped the horse across its broad chest and it turned back towards the forest.
"Is your horse going to be okay? We can get a trailer and take her to a nice stable."
"That's okay." He said as the horse began to walk away and, to Misato's amazement, walked into the fog and simply disappeared into an inky black puddle. "She'll be fine."
Misato had her phone out when he turned.
"Commander, we have him."
"The angel is at the edge of the city!"
"Unit One isn't ready! Unit Zero is completely encased in Bakelite!"
"Shinji my boy, it has been too long."
Shinji reached out and shook the hand of the man who looked like himself.
"I understand you have a dragon problem, my jarl."
"Jarl? Shinji don't you recognize me, I'm your father."
"Then I am sorry, for I do not recognize you."
"We will have time to speak later, I promise you. As you say though, we have a problem. We call them angels but from what I know they are similar to the dragons you have fought."
"Do you have a drawing or maybe a painting? What do they look like.?"
"Lt. If you would."
Shinji saw the light above turn into words and pictures. He saw an image of a green giant. It had claws and slimy skin, it reminded him of the lurkers he had encountered on Solsthiem. But for the head, which was missing. In its place was a bony face like a bird and below that a glowing red sphere held in claws that resembled the antlers of a stag.
"Yeah I think I can handle that. My standard fee is a one thousand septims, paid on confirmation of the beast's death."
"We actually have a suit of armor for you to use, its magic I think you would say, but it is not ready yet, do you…"
"Think nothing of it my jarl, this dov'ah should not be a problem. I have killed four score of his kind just with this sword. Can you get me up someplace high?"
Shinji road the elevator all the way from deep within the geofront to the top of the great tower of glass and steel. As he mounted the stairs he sat his horned dragonscale helmet on his head and drew his sword in his right hand and his staff in his left. He opened the final door with a swift kick. He felt the heat and saw the faint orange glow of his dragon bone sword. The carved dragonhead of his staff crackled with blue lightening.
As he strode across the roof, he beheld the green giant in its fullness. Atop this high tower he was still beneath the boney face between its shoulders. It was facing to his right, striding past his perch.
The dragon that walked on two legs sought to ignore him. He would punish it for this mistake.
FUUUUS RO DAH
His thu'um slammed into the giant. As large as it was, it still stumbled, grabbing the towers around itself to stop from falling.
"Face me Dov'ah!" He shouted, his sword and staff held above his head.
The angel did that and so much more. As it turned it swung its gangly arm into the building upon which Shinji stood. He did not fall. He leaped from the crumbling ceiling to the giant's limb and sunk his blade into the slimy green flesh. Beneath him the flesh burned and blackened and a ring of fire began to spread. The angel screamed.
It did not care for fire. He would overflow its plate.
YOOOOL TUL SHUL
Fire streamed forth from Shinji's mouth and lit up the entire left side of the beast. The angel swung it arm and the dragonborn was dislodged, his hand slipping from his sword. He fell to the ground and it felt like his entire body shattered. His staff was gone, lost in the fall. Red then black began to creep over his vision as he saw the strange beast raise one titanic foot as if to crush him.
His words gurgled out through blood and shattered teeth.
Gaan Lah Hass…
The healing was so fast as to be painful. His body screamed as he rose from the ground, his shattered armor falling around him. What little remained covered his pelvis and the upper reaches of his thighs, but he was otherwise bare. The giant took its due as well, falling to one knee as the dragonborn took its life force.
"Alright, that's enough screwing around." Shinji said as steam rose from his body. He stood in a crater of his body's making in the middle of the wide boulevard between the tall towers. Even at a knee, the angel was taller than almost all of them.
"Dov'ah! This is your final warning. You may leave in peace or you will be destroyed!" He called out.
Sachiel made no response. The angel regarded the tiny threat that had caused it so much pain with curiosity. It felt like itself, like its kin who still slept, but it looked like one of the Lilim. It was not Tabris, it was unfamiliar, something unknown to its kind.
"Very well, you choose death…"
MUL QAH DIIV
Even the angel felt the intense pressure as the shout echoed through the city. Light flowed into colors and gathered around the dragonborn. It formed armor around him and flowed into him, glowing from his eyes and from his mouth.
JOOR ZAH FRUL
The great red gem within the belly of the angel flickered and the monster staggered, brought low by dragonrend. As the glowing little human stepped towards the angel swung one of its clawed hands down to squash it like the insect it was. Sachiel was shocked to have its blow repulsed, not by a shield or an obstacle, but by another of equal, no… even greater strength.
When Shinji Ikari stepped forward again, the angel stepped back. So it is just another dragon, he thought. So proud and arrogant, but so petty and weak in the end. He would give it the same service he gave them all. A quick death at the hands of one worthy.
He shouted for fire again and the beast was engulfed. His voice became unrelenting force once, then twice, and charred and off balance the beast fell as he shouted mortality and impermanence at it.
He found his sword, fallen in the street as the flesh it had been stuck in turned to ash. He climbed the thing's leg, more bone then flesh now, shouting dragonrend whenever it stirred.
As he stood atop the red crystal heart, the light of his dragon aspect faded. He hefted the dragonbone longsword in two hands above his head and drove it down into the core.
There was screaming like a thousand dying men, then the flesh burnt away, and as cracks beagn to spread across the red crystal, Shinji felt the quickening. The strange dov'ah's soul flowed into him, one of dozens he had consumed. It tasted a little different, but mostly the same.
As the last of the body turned to dust, the dragonborn jumped the ground. The remarkably human skeleton was surrounded by dunes of grave ash as tall as a horse. As men in black and more of those strange carriages approached, the dragonborn gripped the amulet around his neck and said a prayer to Talos.
Shinji was annoyed though, even in victory. His armor had been obliterated beyond repair and as always seemed to be the case, he only found three useable bones and three useable scales among the whole mess. It would take forever to replace his armor at this point. He wondered if they even had smithies here.
The personnel arriving seemed more interested in the dead dragon then him, so he found a nice comfortable piece of rubble and sat down. As he set his sword down to lean it against the broken piece of concrete an, until now, unseen crack split the width and the sword fell to the ground in pieces.
Well Fuck.
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So, what did you all think? My personal opinion is that it was perhaps a little too sparse. If there is interest I will expand this out as a continuing fic either between updates of my current main project Trishula or after that is finished. Mostly though this is just a writing exercise for me.