Chapter 1: Why would you do this?
NERV-2 base is build atop of a might mountainside, looking down upon the rolling plains below, like the old fortress of Iwo Jima. The mountain itself has a shape somewhat similar to a horseshoe, NERV-2 placed in the centre, overlooking the valley and the falling ridges that makes up the rest of the arching mountain range. Within this valley there is a small city, Scarleton. It was but a village when Second impact occurred, but now it has grown into a minor city, with even a pair of small high glass-and-steel in the centre of it all.
The NERV-2 base, also known as Fort Scarleton, may not be the epicentre of a brutal and epic war between humanity itself and the evils that'd destroy it, but it still holds some major value in the fight. Because, as of right now, Fort Scarleton is the safe-house of the third real production model Evangelion, Unit-04. The first, Unit-02, is being held up in NERV-3, apparently doing its rounds quite well.
Anyway.
Stepping out of the balcony, out of the mid-summer evening heat and back into the apartment, Kevin Davis adjusts his glasses as he walks into the kitchen. "Well, what's for dinner tonight, dad? The smell makes me very curious.."
He peeks into the kitchen, where a smell that reminds him of delicious salmon, but what his father is just taking out from the oven ain't nothing like delicious salmon. Oh well.
His dad opens his mouth to speak, but as if summoned to save Kevin's dad from an embarrassing answer, there is the sound of the door opening, and into the kitchen from the other entrance comes Kevin's older brother, Artemis. With stubble on his chin and shoulder-long brown hair he's always got that smugness about him, no less now. He's a nice guy, mind you, but he's got a tendency of being somewhat.. Nonchalant. Something that he's never, to Kevin's subtle fury, never once gotten in trouble for.
"Got to say, it sure is quite the nice evening out there, Kevin," Artemis throws himself down into a chair by the table and grins at Kevin malevolently.
Kevin in turn can't hold a subtle glare back, and slowly walks over to his chair, sitting down as well. "I'm sure," he says at length, "How was the mosquitoes?"
"You know there are no mosquitoes here now, dumbass. Havn't-" he's suddenly interrupted by Kevin turning to his father, who's name is Gerald, saying, "Are you sure this is Artemis? He seems to actually know stuff."
"Cut it out, both of you." Comes the answer from Gerald. "You do no good to taunt Kevin, Artemis. Considering his employment, i'd think you'd be more interested in what he's up to. I'm surprised you're not showing interest at all."
"Meh, I know that it's so indescribably top secret that there's probably a N-ASA (Nerv-America Security Agency) sniper trained on my very head this moment. I ain't taking no chances."
"Oh, don't say such things. We're his family, i'm sure they trust us," Gerald smiles reassuringly at Artemis, to little apparent effect.
Kevin looks down at the stuff upon his dinner plate, and the fact that he's seriously considering whether his brother is right or not makes him question his sanity. He's going to have to ask the CEO up at NERV-2 tomorrow.
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"Ready and set up here! Begin at your discretion.." A smugness he only expresses when sitting the entry plug fills his entire body as Unit-04 lurches with the day's first step forward. The Eva's silver armour gleams in the simulated afternoon sun, and it turns its head around in unison with Kevin. "Today is a good day to show off!" he exclamates with a confident vigor.
Next to him a holographic display window flashes up, showing a data feed from the NERV-2 Magi, reading out the data of an approaching angel.
And no sooner than he realises he can't see the Angel, he feels something grab a hold of his head from behind. With a grunt he tries in vain to get a good enough hold of the Angel's hand to get it off, and the Angel then responds by throwing him to the ground so hard that the eva's head sinks deep into the ground. Kevin groans, his head throbbing and beating as if his heart had changed place with his brain, and with some effort gets the Eva's head out of the ground. Still in a kneeling position, he turns the head of the Eva up and around, and he gets an eyeful of the fourth Angel, its beaked visage hanging overhead, staring, judging. Eric in turn grits his teeth grimly and thinks that the Angel may not agree with his earlier statement.
Focusing, draws his first progressive knife from the left shoulder pylon. Curling up, and then springing out towards the Angel and brings the knife back for the strike, the beaked monster simply standing there, not moving.
However, just as Unit-04 jabs forward with the knife, the Angel brings its right hand up, and the knife buries itself in the angel's palm, an AT field flashing for a second, keeping Unit-04 from nocking the angel down in its leap.
A long, bony spike attached to the angel's right elbow starts glowing, and is then thrust through the angel's arm and through its palm. This shatters the prog knife and punches straight through the Unit-04's hand. The hand follows the purple, energised spike outwards, and when it stops Unit-04 stands there with it's hand hanging in the air above it, like the victim of a incredibly half-assed crucifixion.
Inside the entry plug, Kevin's desperately gripping his hand, the feedback pain cutting into it. It's not quite as bad as if he's actually gotten stabbed through the hand, but it's close enough for him to grunt repeatedly in pain.
He thinks back to his training, how to focus past it. And so he wills the Eva on to fight back.
The Eva's jaw locks strains somewhat, and with a whining sound an AT field is formed, golden hexagons of diminishing sizes within each other forming a barrier between angel and Eva, several layers forming upon each other to form a compressed sandwich of AT fields. And with a growl issued from both Eric and the Eva the fields puls outwards, throwing the angel away and freeing the Eva's left hand.
And in the mountain range on the other side of the city, the Angel's thrown into the rock face, a cloud of dust covering the impact side. Inside the entry plug Eric grins, "Let's try this."
And pushing away the armour plate that covers it, the Eva's core makes itself known, the shining red crystalline surface beginning to pulse.
And with his tone a mix of battle fury and sheer glee, Kelvin announces, "Activating S² engine!"
The Eva's silver armour starts glowing faintly, and the black highlights covering some parts of the metal plates begins glowing black. Two gunmetal grey crosses, one each attached to one of the Eva's forearms, start to glow pink, and extending forward from each is a pink whip-like appendage, each as long as the Eva's arm. The air turns dark and purple as Kelvin expands Unit-04's AT field.
And inside the entry plug, build-in stereos starts thundering modern heavy metal as Kelvin's face spits in a grins now only out of sheer glee.
Whips flailing and eyes shining the Evangelion's jaw locks release and a low rumbling is issued as Unit-04 charges, an AT-field assisted leap taking it from the centre of the city to the west end, to the mountainside where the angel's now standing, the debris still falling off it.
And Unit-04 swings its left arm forward, towards the Angel's core. The whip deflects off the AT field that the Angel puts up to defend itself, and Unit-04 collides with it. Pushing off, the Eva charges again, bringing the right whip in first and the fist right behind.
"Have some o' this!" Eric screams as the full force of Unit-04's attack is brought down upon the angel's field, which flickers for a moment before shattering like a glass wall, and the whip effortlessly digs deep into the angel's flesh.
Eric follows up the attack by raising his elbow as Unit-04 falls down upon the angel, nocking it to the ground and breaking its beaked mask. Putting his heel to the beak and bending the face upwards, the expected energy blast goes skywards instead of hitting Unit-04.
Eric then releases the face from his lock -the Eva's leg having previously blocked his ability to attack the downed angel- he now aims the whips like dissecting tools, and swings; the Angels' core is sliced in three, the three pieces hanging loosely in the angel's flesh for a second before turning to the crimson red angelic LCL, quickly followed by the rest of the angel simply breaking, as if whatever was holding it together just failed, the skin tearing, red LCL spurting out, and then it bursts, drowning the entire city district in blood-like liquid.
Inside the entry plug, Eric slowly opens his left eye again to suspiciously peer at the pool of blood surrounding Unit-04.
"No explosion this time..?" he quietly asks himself, asks the LCL, asks the now-blood-covered buildings surrounding him.
And as if on queue, the LCL starts glowing an angry yellow, and a pop-up window next to him shows a massive energy build-up around him.
The Eva and himself making a collective slumping of the shoulders, Eric sighs in a resigned manner and silently wonders out loud, as hell's own inferno envelops him; "Why would you do this..?"
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"So, how's Mr. Crispy doing?" The base commanding tactical officer, Allen Wesley, with his greying hair and goatee, smiles his gentle-elder-man smile as the lift he's standing on completes the ascent to the platform upon which Kevin is now in the process of clearing his lungs of LCL.
That smile's a fake, a horrendous lie, Kevin tells himself. That man is evil.
He looks up, eyeing the man in front of him with a slightly raised eyebrow, and coughs out the last LCL before answering, "Shut up, Wesley. That wasn't fair," he flashes a tired grin, and turns to the giant, silver-and-black Eva behind him, "Well, so how did I do? D'you think i'm actually fit for duty now? I only scratched the paint this time."
"The MAGI analysis of the simulation shows that you made an good performance. And, as it happens, your synch ratio rose another two percent." Allan clasps his hands behind his back.
Kevin nods to himself, "Sweet," and turns to Allan, mirroring the old man's stance, "So, can I have lunch now? I'm kind of hungry."
"That you can. I think Annelie's waiting for you there as well. She's even reserved a seat for you."
Kevin nods and starts walking, past Allan and to the lift that'd take you down to the central base hub. But as Kevin walks past Allan, the old man says, "You've got to admire such dedication from a girl, don't you?"
"La-de-da.." Is the only deadpan answer he gets as Kevin walks up to the lift and is off.
Yeah, Kevin knows that Annelie's kinda got a thing for him, but he's always stuck to the idea that they should keep things professional. Having a relationship might interfere with their ability to work, and should either of them get hurt somehow, then it most certainly would.
Then again, he's always liked her as a friend. She's clever enough, pretty and is susceptible to his humour – something that does not happen often. She's a bit naïve and girly like the more stereotypical female characters from some anime, though, which is a bugbear for him.
Anyway.
Weaving his way through the metal corridors that make up NERV-2, he swiftly picks his way towards the mess hall. "Kept a spot for me, huh? You'd think she'd rather be watching my performance at the simulation than keeping me a spot at the lunch table. But hey, I take what I get," he says. Scratching his still-soaked-in-LCL hair, he turns a corner and heads into the mess hall.
He's not overly comfortable to head to lunch still in his plugsuit and soaked in LCL, but this time he needs to. Sometimes he wished he could have a tiny slice of the S² organ fitted in Unit-04's chest. Not having to eat for sustenance, not having to breathe air to live, and being able to regenerate your wounds just like that. Oh well.
Looking around, he sees to his relief that the hall is fairly empty. This also makes it rather easy to spot Annelie, sitting by one of the small round tables, waiting. She shines up as she sees Kevin enter, pushing herself off the table and walking up to him rather hastily.
Eric can notice an ever so slight blush on her cheeks, most likely because of him wearing his plugsuit. She stops at arms length, straightens her back and seems to get her emotions under control, clasping her hands behind her back. "So, how did it go, Kevin? I'm sorry I couldn't go and watch myself."
"It went just fine. The MAGI thought I did as well enough to be considered a full-fledged Eva pilot now, apparently. Got blown up again though." He draws his fingers through his hair again, and sighs as his hand gets even wetter, not having thought that one through. Oh man that sounded dirty. "And now i'm here to get myself some well-deserved lunch! Have you eaten already?"
Annelie smiles and shakes her head, "No, I havn't, I waited for you."
"Well then, let's not waste time," Kevin smiles and goes to get his much-longed for lunch. They both collect what they want on their plates and sit down to eat, Kevin having cleaned his hands of the LCL first. He almost throws himself over his food, where as Annelie only eats with mild enthusiasm.
Suddenly looking up at Kevin, she asks, "So, do you think we're going to get shipped off to Japan anytime soon, then?"
He looks up, swallows with a pondering look on his face, and answers when his mouth is empty again, "I wouldn't know. It seems likely, though." He takes a sip of his water, "I wouldn't say I'd look forward to it an awful lot, honestly. I have it just good and fine here."
"Mhm. Well, I feel like I could use a change of scenery. I mean, Scarleton is pretty and all, and it's not like it's boring here, but going to Japan would be so exiting! Meeting new people and stuff. Not that I dislike current company, that is.." she gives Kevin a sideward glance, smile playing over her features.
Kevin in turn shrugs, and leans back with a sigh, "Well, maybe it would be nice for a change of locale. Anything to get away from Wesley," he says with a grin. "Well, I'd like to get over there to have a bash at the Angels, a real one. And maybe now that the MAGI finally sees me fit to go out against the Angels in combat, we just have to get you up to snuff, and it's all good to go! So, if you want to go to Japan, it's all riding on you!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I am nowhere near as good as you, yet. By the way, Rebecca called from school while you were in there battling the Angel. Apparently, she and a couple of friends are arranging a little party in the school's meeting hall. It's a birthday party, kinda, and she said I could take you along," Annelie says, her cheerful tone infectious. However Kevin can see that she has plans extending beyond that of simply taking him to a birthday party. No big surprise there.
"Well.. One question, though; will there be anyone I know present at the party?" he affixes her with a questioning gaze, hoping that he's not being to mean to her.
She falls to silence at the question, not seeming to have the answer. And now Kevin feels terrible, as a rather forlorn mood settles over Annelie.
"Look, Annelie.. Why don't you call and ask? I mean, if at least Carl can make it as well i'll gladly go, but you know how I get if- You know, let's rephrase the earlier question – will there be any other guys at the party?" He does his best to sound friendly, which seems to help to some degree. And when he mentions the thing about whether there simply will be other guys there Annelie seems to lighten up a little. "Yes, yes I believe that someone's brother's coming. And I think I might be able to convince Rebecca's boyfriend to come as well," she says with a hopeful smile.
"If that's the case, i'd be more than happy to come. When is this party, then?" he wonders, turning back to his meal.
"It's on saturday."
"Sounds fine to me."
They exchange a smile, and go to leave their finished meal plates.
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Settling down in the chair by the desk illuminated green, Anton Rosardo scratches the bridge of his nose as he waits. He doesn't have to wait long, as four other desks with differently coloured highlights appear in the room, projected from a set of holographic generators. At each desk sits a man, dressed in the illuminating colour from his respective desk.
"This council is called to session. Rosardo, how's the progress on Unit-04? Hopefully no problems have occurred?" the man with the visor says, also known as Keel Lorenz.
"It is progressing well. There are no problems with Unit-04, and the pilot's training is coming along fine. As a matter of fact, our MAGI thinks he's now cleared your standards for being a full-fledged Eva pilot. So, depending on how well-trained you want the secondary pilot to be, we can ship Unit-04 to NERV-3 at any time," Anton responds, clasping his hands upon the desk and looks out over the committee.
"Those are good news indeed. But I still havn't fully digested that you're using the core of an angel in the Evangelion, Anton. How can that possibly be safe?" the committee member behind the green desk wonders, looking over at Rosardo as if thinking he was mildly crazy.
"Uzenov, your worries are not justified, as we have gone over before," Keel says calmly, "the Angel's soul is no longer in there."
"Be that as it may, I do not feel comfortable knowing that you've forged the heart of the enemy into our tools. But I digress, I am not one to question the committee's decisions alone," the Russian committee speechman says at length.
Now the man sitting by the red desk takes the chance to speak, "Going back to what we earlier touched upon, about Unit-04 being ready to be transferred to Japan at any time.. After the attack of the earliest Angel, Leliel, we're quite sure that Tokyo-3 is the focus of the angels, and that they're coming in many varying shapes, giving NERV-3 difficulty. Are we going to ship unit-04 to NERV-3?"
"Indeed," it comes from the man by the blue desk, "Even if four Evangelions may seem somewhat excessive, it is necessary. We can not allow the angels to take NERV, and from what the Dead Sea scrolls tell us, it's only going to get worse. I say we send unit-04 to Tokyo-3 as soon as possible, if the primary pilot's training is now complete."
"Agreed," green says, followed by red.
"Sounds reasonable to me," Rosardo says, nodding mildly.
"Very well then, it is decided. Unit-04 will be shipped to Tokyo-3. We can decide upon a date later, gentlemen, right now we have other matters to attend to," Keel announces, clasping his hands.
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"So, they actually convinced you to come to the party, eh? My lord, Annelie's got to have to pull some strings for that one," Kevin says with amusement in his voice, giving Dean, Rebecca's boyfriend, a look of disbelief, lips drawn into a small grin.
"Yea she did, and I had to ask her again and again and again 'are there any other of the guys comin' to the party?' From first to last word in that conversation it took nearly an hour, I tells ya!"
"Mhm, just as I had to ask Annelie the same question. I mean, if they are so insistent on getting us reasonable men into one of their parties, then by god they have got to understand that we ain't coming alone. Being the only guy amongst surely two dozen girls like that can get mighty awkward.."
"Yeah, sure. You just havn't gotten the hang of 'hunting', have you? And I don't understand why you are rejecting Annelie with such a vigor, all you have to do is take her somewhere private and she'll literally throw herself at ya, man!" Now it's Dean's turn to look puzzled, giving Kevin's shoulder a nudge as Dean spells out the last words.
Kevin lets out a small sigh, scratching himself behind his left ear and refrains from meeting Dean's gaze, putting his own straight forward, "I'm sure you know quite well why. You know that we're both, uh.. employees up at fort Scarleton, and I like to keep things professional between business partners, if you get my point."
"But why? Why is that so important? I know you're conducting some type o' secret military experiments up there, but you've said before that it ain't dangerous. Why keep things professional?"
"I hope you never have to find out, I really do," and with that Kevin gets up, as he's seen the bus approaching the stop they're currently sitting at.
Once they've both taken their seats, Dean takes the word again, "A'right, if you don't wanna talk 'bout it, fine by me. Let's discuss the evening's activities instead. As far as I know, it's us, Emelie's brother Emmet, and Mike that'll be making up the manly force of tonight's party."
At that, Kevin shines up somewhat, taken out of his serious mood regarding his 'employment' up at NERV-2, "Mike's coming as well? Well, that's good news, i'll say. He's the perfect ice-breaker we will need at the party. Emmet we can use as a meat shield should the girls get 'antsy', and then we have us two for comedic relief! Excellent!"
Upon mentioning Emmet as use for a meat shield against antsy girls, Dean cracks up somewhat, giving Kevin a slap in the shoulder for his troubles, "A meat shield you say? Perfect, damn pure!" he says in great amusement, "But seriously, I do wish you'd do away with your constant need to have a tactical view of the situation and such, it'll only hinder you at the party, ya know," he give Kevin a meaning look.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Old habits die hard, and this one should've been brought out behind the barn and taken out of its misery ages ago," he sighs in resignation over his own ineptitude to 'go with the flow' like everyone around him seems so good at, "I'll do my best to do the only thing i'm good at at these social events – making fun of myself and my surroundings, and please, if I start discussing physics with the girls, just take me out and shoot me, it's all just easier. Your attempt to get me 'into the spirit of things' last time was, and let me emphasise; not appreciated."
Making the most false surprised face ever in the long history of faked surprises, Dean raises both hands up defensively, "I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm pretty sure Melissa actually learned something that day she still remembers today. Maybe you should ask her?" and the answer from Kevin comes as, "Oh god no!"
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"So, two cans of soda walk across the road. One is driven over by a.. car or what have you, and when he joins his friend on the other side of the road in a most annoyed mood, his friend said, "Well, you know, such things can happen."
"Oh shut up!"
"Worst ever!"
"Best ever!"
"Damnit, now I got thirsty again."
These are a choice few responses to Kevin's latest attempt to 'do his thing', which has met with mixed results during the evening so far. The party went of to a slow start, and apparently the name 'birthday party' was just a facade for a quite regular party with music, loads of soda pop, snacks and other sh*t, with no presents or even a 'happy birthday'-song.
Oh well.
Turning to Dean, who's standing around with Rebecca, Kevin asks, "Do we even know who's birthday this is for? Considering my memory, I havn't got a frikkin' clue.." he bounces both eyebrows up and down once in a resigned manner, and Rebecca answers, "I think it was Cherry's.. You know who she is?"
"Havn't got the slightest notion, and quite frankly i'm not going to ask," Kevin says with amusement in his tone, "But there is one question I do have – what is Mike over there doing, and why is he doing it?" with a deep frown Kevin points with his coke bottle at Mike, standing at the other side of the hall with half a dozen girls around him, now in the process of mixing the content of three bottles into a plastic container of some description.
"Havn't got the slightest notion, and quite frankly i'm not going to ask," Dean mimics, "Go find out, make sure he doesn't blow himself up or 'nything," he continues with a grin.
"Mhm," Kevin says, and then continues, with sincerity in his voice, "I wouldn't be surprised if he's actually making some sort of bomb over there. Damage control on the way.."
With eyebrows still raised high Kevin walks over to Mike, and looks over the shoulder of one of the onlooking girls. Not a hard feat, considering he stands half a head taller than the lot of them. "Mike, what is that? If you're trying to make firecrackers again, then I hope i'm not the first amongst current company to advise you not to?"
"Oh, you Kevin! Brilliant! You've got a good head for this, right?" Mike says and holds up what's currently in the plastic mug.
"A good head for this? You mean my A+ in chemistry?" Kevin tilts his head ever so slightly to the side.
"Yeah."
Kevin shoulders slump, "It's soda pop, for crying out loud, what am i to do with it that you can't? If anyone here could make a bomb out of that it's be you.." This little comment evokes several girly giggles from the group of girls surrounding them.
"Well.. How d'you think it'd be if I mixed some beer in it?" Mike wonders, a mad grin playing over his features. At the mention of beer, Kevin reacts visibly, and says, "Wait, someone brought beer here?" He scans the party area with a suspicious gaze.
"Uhu. Sarah brought a few cans."
"Right," Kevin says at length, "Well, as to putting beer into.. that, I'm pretty sure it'd result in some sort of highly corrosive -and possibly explosive- acid, but hey, yolo right?" He represses a shudder over mentioning that, and makes a 'lol joke'-gesture. He then spots Annelie coming towards him across the hall.
He sets his course to meet her, and Annelie opens her mouth to speak.
Whatever words that she intended to mouth are, however, transformed into a shriek, one amongst many, when the ground beneath them suddenly quakes and rumbles, throwing almost everyone off their feet.
Then, a whining sound goes through the air, a high-pitched hum like a mix of a taser and glass being crushed. Kevin knows the sound all to well. Unholy crap.
Helping Annelie unto her feet, he throws a quick eye around the hall. Nothing damaged exempt for some glasses.
"Annelie, you heard that whining sound, right? I think there may be an Angel in town. You, uh, sit tight and i'll call HQ." Annelie nods, a little bit of fear evident in her eyes. Kevin turns away from her and walks away from the tightest crowds to avoid the noise and eventual eavesdroppers as he dials the special number to get directly to NERV-2 bridge operations. Allan responds almost immediately, "Kelvin? You need to get yourself up here right away, and get Annelie as well! We have an Angel by our damn doorstep, and it's just enveloped Scarleton and NERV-2 in an AT field of some sort. How long will it take you to get here?"
"Good evening, by the way. Well, if N-ASA is doing its job right, we should be inside NERV-2 perimeters in ten. I'll collect Annelie and find our escort. When we arrive at the base i'll call you again. Kelvin out," he says quickly and turns back to Annelie, who now seems more collected, "We are indeed dealing with an Angel here, we've got to get to NERV-2 now. ¿Comprendes?"
Annelie nods, evidently struggling to keep her composure, but not only out of fear, he can guess. She probably planned to 'make the move' on Kevin tonight, and this must be no little bit upsetting. But there's nothing to do about that now, now their priority is to get their asses hauling to NERV-2, and for Kevin to get in unit-04.
Weaving through the scattered and confused crowd that five minutes made up a cheerful party, Kevin and Annelie makes their way for the emergency exit, where five N-ASA agents are supposed to be standing covert vigilance over him and Annelie. But before they can get halfway, someone grabs Kevin by the arm. Turning around, Kevin sees Dean standing there, his face twisted in fear, "Dude, answer me this one question. That horrible whining sound, and the earthquake – did your little military friends up at fort Scarleton cause this? You seem awfully inclined to leave.."
"Was it caued by my 'military friend' up at the fort? Not directly. But I believe we might've attracted something here."
"What is out there?"
"An Angel."
And with that, Kevin rips himself free and sets a very hurried pace away, heading for the emergency exit, where they find the N-ASA agents. They are silently lead to a black car waiting outside, and off they are.
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"The hell is it doing? Slams down on our very doorstep, envelop us with some sort of AT field and- By the way, have the MAGI come out with any new info about the AT field yet, Simmons?" Looking over the shoulder of one of the three senior 'bridge bunnies' of NERV-2, Stephen Simmons, Allan Weasley keeps his gaze intently focused upon the intruder outside, this official disturber of the peace displayed upon the bridge's central viewscreen.
He's seen pictures of the earlier Angels, and know that they're quite bizarre, and this one definitely meets the standards.
The main body of the Angel has the shape of a levitating young human female, completely naked and with wholly flat, featureless white skin, as if covered by some tight-fitting cloth. It , however, lacks both arms and head. Instead, from each side where the arms are supposed to extend there are two short stalk-like limbs extending outward ending in disc-shaped pods, each with a circular, lidless, crimson red eye. One of these also extend from the throat.
Moving on, attached to the back of the Angel there is a sort of wheel, a circular white metal-esk disk without spokes, large enough to keep the torso part of the Angel's body within it. Something of note is that it doesn't seem attached to the body in any way, as it bobs about in the air in a slightly different rhythm compared to the main body. Two two quarters of a similar disk are connected between the Angels' side and to the lowest of the eye-like appendages, one for each. Another pair of circle parts, halves this time, are attached to the Angel's hips. Each of the incomplete wheels have a single angelic wing attached to it, each about the length as the Angel's leg. The wings extend outwards and backwards, giving the creature a truly angelic appearance.
And it just sits there, as if waiting for something.
And as if the Angel could read his very mind, now something starts happening. The Angel's wings starts growing ever so slightly, and the chakra-like object behind the Angel and the other circle pieces start glowing.
"AT field gauges are going off the scale! We can't-" the bridge bunny gets no more said, however, as a shining golden light is issued forth from the Angel, illuminating the entire city, but it's focus being Fort Scarleton. But it was not the end.
He could feel it, the presence of the Angel's mind, the light probaly acting as some sort of extension of it's own mind. It wants something. It's looking for something.
Then, images start flashing before Wesley's view. It all seems like video recordings from the battle with the fourth Angel, Shamshel. He sees the Angel striking at unit-01 with the energy whips, sees how the Eva is slammed into the mountainside. Then, how unit-01 charges down against the Angel, stabbing it in the core. He then start seeing things he's pretty sure he hasn't seen before. The core of the angel being brought into a research facility, how it's studied in different ways, and then much later installed into Unit-04. The image then fade to red as screams begin to echo in his head, screams of pain and despair, and a whispering voice repeating the words 'vengeance for my kin'.
Then, the assault promptly stops, and he finds that he is in need of picking himself up from the floor, as is everyone else. When Wesley looks around, he sees shock, disgust and fear in everyone's eyes, and there's probably a good amount of it in his own as well.
And still, the Angel just sits there.