Standard disclaimer.
I possess the rights of nothing here, even those of my own creation.
I do not care. I do not make money.
Enjoy... the gray.
In the depths of the world, he lied on the soft, warm sea, broken, battered. Until they woke him up. Accidentally, of course.
He stirred, the earth flowing around him. Willing his injuries to heal, he opened his mind to the world.
He gasped... did what was the equivalent of a gasp for him. The world had changed much since his departure... no. His fall.
But he was needed again, so he gathered his thoughts on what had awakened him.
A battle. Above him.
One of *them*.
He rose, magma parting to give way to him.
One of them, fighting another one of them?
No. One was a copy. A copy made by his wards.
Another for his job.
He realized he was free now. Now that others have take-
He recognized one of his wards in the other.
His duties are not over, after all.
He registered the thoughts of the tamer... the pilot... and he recognized her idea.
They had come far, he thought proudly.
Just a little prodding.
He recognized the surprise of the beast as he appeared before it, clasping its snout with both hands, forcing open its jaws, clamping them on where the tam- pilot wants.
Pain as the beast dies. Hope as the pilot sinks to the magma.
She wants... hopes... to die?
He watched as another creation...
...of her?...
Dived after the first, to pull it off.
And he felt the call of duty.
"Shinji! what the hell?" shouted misato, her shock at unit one jumping turning to a shock at... something else.
All the command crew looked at it, stunned, as unit one was thrown off the volcano... not thrown, dropped. Just over the edge. Then next to it, a giant, clawed, grey hand appeared. Pulling itself up with that hand, a grey giant half-appeared from the volcano, unit two hoist on its shoulder. It dropped unit two near unit one, laying it down on its face, then completely got out of the volcano.
With comparison, it looked like unit one... Vaguely. About the same size, it did not have the prominent shoulder blades or the horn. It seemed to be covered by some sort of carapace, an armor of sorts, looking lie onit one's without the bolts and locks. Its hands ended in claws, seemingly of the same material of the carapace. Other than the lack of horn, Its face was similar to the helmeted form of unit one, having the same eyes and jaw. Its overall color would have been ashen gray, if there were not blackened patches of dried lava clinging at it.
It stretched like a cat, shaking off the lava, then began to peel the D equipment off the unit two. Under the amazed gazes of the crew, it probed around the armor, finding the entry plug cover, then force opened it. It gently pulled off the plug, opened it tenderly with the tip of its claws, getting the unconscious second child off the plug and setting her down on her back as the plug of unit one ejected. Catching the plug midflight, it sliced open the plug slowly, letting the hot LCL drain out of it before getting out the third child, setting his nearly boiled form by his companion.
Slinging unit two on its left shoulder, and unit one on its right, it then set off in the direction of tokyo-3, not in the very least hampered by their weight.
AN: For my love, and her lover. May they succeed where I failed.
I possess the rights of nothing here, even those of my own creation.
I do not care. I do not make money.
Enjoy... the gray.
In the depths of the world, he lied on the soft, warm sea, broken, battered. Until they woke him up. Accidentally, of course.
He stirred, the earth flowing around him. Willing his injuries to heal, he opened his mind to the world.
He gasped... did what was the equivalent of a gasp for him. The world had changed much since his departure... no. His fall.
But he was needed again, so he gathered his thoughts on what had awakened him.
A battle. Above him.
One of *them*.
He rose, magma parting to give way to him.
One of them, fighting another one of them?
No. One was a copy. A copy made by his wards.
Another for his job.
He realized he was free now. Now that others have take-
He recognized one of his wards in the other.
His duties are not over, after all.
He registered the thoughts of the tamer... the pilot... and he recognized her idea.
They had come far, he thought proudly.
Just a little prodding.
He recognized the surprise of the beast as he appeared before it, clasping its snout with both hands, forcing open its jaws, clamping them on where the tam- pilot wants.
Pain as the beast dies. Hope as the pilot sinks to the magma.
She wants... hopes... to die?
He watched as another creation...
...of her?...
Dived after the first, to pull it off.
And he felt the call of duty.
"Shinji! what the hell?" shouted misato, her shock at unit one jumping turning to a shock at... something else.
All the command crew looked at it, stunned, as unit one was thrown off the volcano... not thrown, dropped. Just over the edge. Then next to it, a giant, clawed, grey hand appeared. Pulling itself up with that hand, a grey giant half-appeared from the volcano, unit two hoist on its shoulder. It dropped unit two near unit one, laying it down on its face, then completely got out of the volcano.
With comparison, it looked like unit one... Vaguely. About the same size, it did not have the prominent shoulder blades or the horn. It seemed to be covered by some sort of carapace, an armor of sorts, looking lie onit one's without the bolts and locks. Its hands ended in claws, seemingly of the same material of the carapace. Other than the lack of horn, Its face was similar to the helmeted form of unit one, having the same eyes and jaw. Its overall color would have been ashen gray, if there were not blackened patches of dried lava clinging at it.
It stretched like a cat, shaking off the lava, then began to peel the D equipment off the unit two. Under the amazed gazes of the crew, it probed around the armor, finding the entry plug cover, then force opened it. It gently pulled off the plug, opened it tenderly with the tip of its claws, getting the unconscious second child off the plug and setting her down on her back as the plug of unit one ejected. Catching the plug midflight, it sliced open the plug slowly, letting the hot LCL drain out of it before getting out the third child, setting his nearly boiled form by his companion.
Slinging unit two on its left shoulder, and unit one on its right, it then set off in the direction of tokyo-3, not in the very least hampered by their weight.
AN: For my love, and her lover. May they succeed where I failed.