Disclamer: i dont own shoot, im just adding to said shoot.

Notes: OK ive taken onbord the advise in reviews and sorted any other mistakes i found during the edit (for the record thats 3 times) the chapters are now just the one and this should help some people's...understanding, however this story is going to be a slow burner, and hopefully quite complex. if u have iquires and or complants leave them as a review.

Please note all text in bold is my representation of the text that flashes up in the series, anything in italic is a charicters direct thoughts. injoy...

Taken ahead from episode 21,

Its like I always been, indeed will be. The pain doesn't leave, just dulls. I push it to the back of my mind, and think to the future, the friends I made, the friends I've lost.

The cause? A glowing city, outshining the stars. A city that holds my past, my future…

NERV,

Evangelion,

Angles,

The H.E. project…Tokyo 3, I'm heading home.

SEELE Review Meeting, 01:16 PM Saturday the 6th

"How was unit 3 afflicted?"

"Why are we left with units 0 and 2 virtually crippled and unit 1 remains in stasis, despite the return of its pilot?"

"Can we avoid another incident like that of the 9th Angle and unit 1s awakening, Ikari?"

The man at the desk stiffened but his face remained unchanged, he was cornered though, he was sure of it, however, as those before him could not improve the situation by his disposal. He pressed on.

"My apologies, but confrontations after the 3rd Eva incident, regarding pilots commitments which left us unprepared to deal with the attack of the 9th Angle. As for unit 1s abnormal behaviour, that was of course unexpected, it proved fortunate in taking care of maters at hand."

At this the was uproar from the faceless screens that hallowed the single desk, as accusations a long-time coming now pressed down on NERV's commander.

"Your incompetence and lack of control, threatened to end a plan centuries in the making."

"A pilots mind and morals, should not even be a matter of question, Gendo are you losing your touch?"

The Chairman's voice spoke up;

"Matters need to be taken into hand."

At this the accusations stopped, abruptly

"In light of the Eva's damage, the City's defence budget will be increased by 46, as a new missile intercept system in section E3 and H9 well be tested on the Friday at 11:32 hours. Well also send in the 21st and 16 armoured divisions of the J.S.S.A.F to stop any Terrorist attacks or sabotage on Tokyo 3s ground level"

Gendo's spectacled face was still blank in truth, he expected this more to insure NERV's servitude than to keep outside interference from entering Tokyo 3.

"What with the UN's resent developments in Mech. and Eva technology the might however be cause to slow down the H.E. project, to avoid alerting other parties."

This comment seemed to leave many of SEELE on the edge, were that possible, but the were no objections voiced.

"And NERV should investigate the performance of these Tactical Suits, and possible implications…"

At this Gendo spoke up "Yes I've already sent Dr. Akagi and Major Katsuragi, to assess them at the international tryouts."

And with a slight smile and a touch of his glasses added, "Let us hope the are no problems with the UN's system."

The was a brief silence then the chairman added;

"as to your handling of the situation over the last 3 weeks and possible issues over the pilots, we are sending a representative an old aquantice you could say, to asses NERV and provide close watch from SEELE in future situations, you have no problems with this we hope…"

Keal let this last comment out with confidence, everyone in the camber knew that this was no question. Gendo knew this was not the time nor place to wonder as to the 'representative's' intent and so still smiling responded, "none of course gentlemen, now if that is all?"

Again this was not a question that warranted an answer.

"I have business to attend to, the meeting was…helpful."

Ikari finished on a low note, it was best to seem modest, after all things were not all going well. The was a dull crack when, as one the screens faded and a brighter light illuminated the commanders office. Gendo picked up the phone on his desk and with out dialling calmly stated, "the spitfire is taken care off."

10:51 Major Katsuragi's Apartment block H, Friday 12th

The room was still, the morning light peaking through into this Spartan space, showing the one occupant collapsed on the bed, peacefully asleep…until

"Shinji get of your ass and get ready." Came a roar through the apartment.

"Sync' tests at 12:41 and I Dam well what a bite to eat." The second child was in no good mood and at the moment her anger was directed at her one outlet. "Hay wonderboy get the hell up!"

Shinji stirred, the serenity of his room vanishing to the typhoon that was Asuka, things had been bad lately everyone knew that, Shinji hadn't been speaking since his experience inside the Eva. This Added to Asuka's failers in the last two bouts of combat had left her placing the blame squarely on the boy shuffling under order, from his room in front of her. Shinji, the third child aka wonderboy. Was this morning, hardly inspiring to behold, 'Bland' wasa goodword. But the dark black hair and brown eyes seemed faded, and he was thinner than anybody his age should be, as he still slowly shuffling went to put the kettle on and went to the fridge. In contrast the fiery red head had stopped following the second child around the apartment and had stormed instead to a mirror, taking pride in her appearance being more important than harassing the wonderboy.

"When will Misato be getting home" came a voice from the kitchen.

Asuka flinched. This was the first thing he had said to her in days and all he was interested in was when that woman of vice would stumble drunkenly back into there lives?

"She'll be back from some useless tryouts tomorrow" Asuka stated bitterly before fairing up again "why is she that important?"

Shinji sliding the bread into the toaster chose to avoid the comment instead asking, " what are the tryouts for exactly?"

He'd only snippets of information on the UN's new weapon and in truth wasn't much interested. "Some crappy substitute for the Eva's probably, not that it has a chance in hell." Said Asuka in a sarcastic deadpan voice. "Which reminds me why the hell aren't you going to school? Any more calls from that whine-ass geek Kensuke, and ill strangle you with that infernal phone line." Shinji almost grinned, he knew she had been avoiding them too since the incident, Toji still wasn't going to be released from the hospital any time soon…if ever, and would likely leave it more crippled than the sister he had taken the role of pilot for.

Shinji still saw himself as responsible for the damage that was caused and leaving Toji barley breathing, in his eyes, the blood was never going to wash off his hands. Asuka too couldn't bring herself to console her best friend Hikari, and seeing her often emotionally contained friend, collapse crying after being informed on the events of Eva 3s maiden test run. Had dented Asuka's normally faultless resolve.

With a 'chink' the toaster dispensed breakfast; it was going to be a long day.

Thursday 11:23 Tokyo 1, UN's Tryout site 4th test run of TS units, 1 and 2.

Misato kicked back a beer, this in many ways, she liked to think of as mans greatest achievement, not the EVA's not Nerves Geo front. Before all that cultures round the globe for centuries, had found and invented simpler means to act dumb.

Next to her disapproving, in the stands her friend Dr. Ritsuko Akagi peered through the binoculars, the wasn't much need, as to ever side of the audience's stand were large monitors, currently displaying a mock-up of a ruined urban residential town, that stood before them. It was a hot clear day, not a cloud in the sky, and both the women were quite flustered, but were determined not to let this show. Out of all the diplomat's organisations and companies, NERV usually only sent the pair, on this occasion however, the was another girl wearing the red Jacket and Barrie of NERV.

Her face as usual was expressionless as she peered out ahead. Rei Ayanami, the first Child AKA wondergirl, stood motionless like a doll in the stands next to Ritsuko in the stands. Shed been brought with them so that the good doctor could keep a weary eye on her. Misato so used to other hidden motives decided not to probe deeper into the mentality of her friend's actions. Besides she had beer.

The mood in the stands was for many of the other occupants at least, much talkative and many were in good spirits. Talk of this new product and system few. Questions were asked as how the project's company had risen from failures of rivals such as the Janalone project. Indeed the speed with which the UN had produced these machines, undertone the lengths that many were propelled to ignore, to have an alternative to the EVA and the secrecy of NERV. On this fine hot morning all eyes and lenses were looking out. Beyond the test site in front of them, to the distance, where two large frames were crouching, waiting to entertain.

Six Years Earlier, South Korea

Silence, this is what described the mountain valley and lake best. Towards the centre of the lake sat a large raft, with a one-roomed shrine that was making its slow twirling ballet across the water. The shrines lone occupant, a boy no more than 10 years of age sat on the threshold, where the single room met the solid wooden deck of the raft. His eyes were shut, quiet, contemplating.

Since 2nd impact the trees of the valley had rarely lost their leaves, but this intern led to the trees adopting a bright yellowish hue. For 15 years seasonal change was virtually non-existent, but the display provided by nature was still in full glory, lending the valley a fey like quality, the lake was incredibly still shaded in parts with a morning mist.

As for the boy, he looked to be European with longing brown hair and a slim build. His cloves were simple, flayed jeans and thick brown cotton top. The face was rounded and calm except for the thin Wight scar across the bridge of his nose. He blinked brown eyes matching his hair and were thin, giving of an impression that he was half-asleep. The cause for the disturbance was found as he looked to one end of the lake, a small rowing boat was making its slow progress to the shine. It seemed to have four occupants, that all looked out of place in a valley that could have been from a fairytale. They were seated; two were wearing black suits, shades and a stern expression that made them bodyguards. The other two in the party proved the more interesting a smartly dressed older man, and a small girl, half hidden who looked about the same age as the boy and petrified of him.

The man that seemed to be in charge stood up, carefully as the boat neared the edge of the raft. And raised a hand as a sine of greeting. He was tall, African with thin Wight hair, glasses and a contented smile upon his lips; he seemed in his 30's, his suite showed he had not gone far to reach the valley.

"You would be Patrick Hue?" he stated, to the figure still as a statue before him.

"I have a preposition from the head of Hamilton industries, I'm Matthew Hamilton." He continued plainly.

No response…

"We, which to offer you a chance to join a project."

Still nothing…

"It's a opportunity that won't come again…"

Minutes passed…

"Very well then." He turned back to the boat when he added as if with an after thought

"By the way, this is the first test pilot of the spitfire project, Fay Marten."

This got results Matthew wanted, the boy hadn't said anything but he was now staring intently at the little girl.

She stared fearfully back.

"So you are interested?" Matthew evidently enjoyed the gain from this ace in the hole. The boy noted mutely, the girl at this suddenly looked indigent. Then she spoke; it was a strong clear voice with French accent that said "Why?"

It was a quiet emotionless voice that the boy answered "penance".