Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story but my original, and all other characters and stuff are owned by Gainax and Yoshiyuki Sadamoto and all other parties involved. :3
On september 12th in the year two thousand, a secret experiment conducted at the south pole went awry, causing a massive explosion that melted the polar ice caps and sent the world hurtling toward the brink of disaster. This event was of course covered up, and simply blamed on a meteorite strike by world governments. in reality, the research team at the south pole discovered something extraordinary;
extraterrestrial life.
With this discovery came a terrible price, however. The Earth came under attack from entities similar to the one found in antarctica known as "Angels". In response to this new threat, various governments around the world built massive humanoid bio-mechanical entities known as Evangelions. This is one story of what could have been...
"How goes your progress, comrade?" A thick voice said.
"very good. she has made excellent progress since the incident. full motor control has returned, and her vision returned just yesterday." The other replied
"Excellent. we've just received our orders from higher up that she is to be sent along with 03 to Japan."
"But...she isn't completely stable yet, sir! if we release her now-"
"I'm afraid it's out of my hands. do it."
She heard a clanking noise. her mind clouded, she gasped for air as her head was slammed into by the butt of the man's gun.
Tokyo-3, present day.
The bleach-blonde haired and pale blue eyed Iskra Petrova was no stranger to travel, especially not in this case, as the NERV russian branch was located rather close to to Japan, on the Kamchatka peninsula; the proverbial frozen wasteland this time of year.
"damn this bullcrap" she said as spat was forced onward by her handlers through the airport whilst wearing a straightjacket. she mentioned (and by mentioned I mean screamed) several colourful swear words in her native tongue, attracting the attention of several passers-by. This behavior continued until she ran face-first into a rather tall man wearing dark glasses and all black. He looked official, as he had quite a bit of facial hair.
"If you're going to carry on in such a manner, I will have you detained." He barked suddenly at her, not adjusting his tone of voice any higher or adjusting his stern posture.
"Oh hush up. you need me. since that red-head's incapacitated." The Russian replied calmly
He did not reply. He only motioned to the handlers to follow him out to an unmarked SUV, where the cursing captive was placed into the back seat. She was about to utter more, but was stopped by the sight of a young lady with skin just as pale as her own (quite pale), as well as the most unusual physical features; light blue hair, crimson eyes. she was...quite fetching, to say the least.
"who the hell are you supposed to be?" she suddenly shouted. the female glanced at her for a moment, then stared back at the road. The official looking man had finished his business outside of the car, and stepped inside, eyeing her as if he were some mutant robot...scanner...device, scrutinizing her every detail.
"You are to keep quiet, Pilot Petrova." A woman with short blonde hair and a doctor's coat commanded. she looked like the second banana in the freak show. Iskra spat at her, calling her a japanese dog in her native tongue. She looked just as friendly as her employer...
"Tell me why i'm here." She hissed coldly.
"You are here to Pilot your unit. What you were trained to do. to save the world."
"That piece of crap? why? do you even KNOW what happened?" the female exploded suddenly
"We are aware of what happened." The doctor replied
"Oh, you must truly have no hearts here."
"We do what is necessary to ensure the continuity of the human species. There is no time for emotions on this battlefield" The official-looking man said. She had nothing else to say right now after hearing this.
"Will you fight, or do we have to leave you here?"
"...fine. you've got your fight. where's my deathtrap at, anyways?" she asked after weighing her options, "and who's the deaf-mute here? lowered your standards already?"
The strange female did not respond.
"Your Eva is en route as we speak via air carrier. and to answer your second question, this is Rei. She will be your partner, along with the other children."
"greaaat. do you speak?" The captive asked to the silent spectre next to her. she only glanced at her, face devoid of any emotion. her mouth didn't twitch an inch.
"Rei, please speak to her."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Pilot Petrova." she sounded in a hushed and sedated tone. it was like she was...empty...nothing going on upstairs. The rest of the ride to the Tokyo-3 geofront was filled with an uncomfortable silence that bothered even Iskra.
Tokyo-3: the Katsuragi residence
"well...word is that SHE is better than even you, Asuka-chan." Misato joked as she popped open another beer. She looked over Iskra's file with her free hand. the girl was indeed a wild one; not to mention lucky.
"WAS? Who is this new supergirl, then?" The red-head suddenly barked, and snatched the file from her guardian's hands. as her eyes ran over the text at lightning speed, a concerned expression wormed its way along her face.
"How can this be? her sync rates are off the charts! higher than even mine!"
"Wait, what's going on?" Shinji Ikari asked as he entered the small apartment with hands full of groceries that Asuka had forced him to go out and buy.
"I hope you've got the right popsicles this time, Baka-Shinji!" The german spat to him, "And what's worse, we're apparently getting another pilot to assist us here...hmph..."
"I-Is she...a good pilot? and yeah...I got them." the somewhat frantic young man grunted as he placed the plastic bags onto the counter.
"she's...alright..."
"What are you hiding behind your back...?"
"N-nothing! shut up!"
"Will you two stop fighting?" Misato asked to the two.
"Yeah! i'm trying to channel surf!" Mari Illustrious Makinami called from the couch. The wine-haired female
with the glasses put up the finger to her back, obviously showing that she had gotten into Misato's secret stash of spirits.
Nerv Headquarters, Tokyo-3 division
Iskra was shown into the depths of the large pyramid-like structure, and then taken to a locker room where her restraints were finally released. She stretched her arms out, allowing them to breathe a little. This was helped along with her choice of clothing; a webbed top that was just translucent enough to reveal her black and white striped underwear, as well as a pair of baggy black pants with chains hanging from them for decoration. She took this opportunity to stretch.
"Ahhhh...much better...welcome back, arms..." she said to herself. she suddenly heard the whirring of a camera. She was being watched.
"Please remove your clothing, and put on your plugsuit. We wish to perform a synchronization test." The doctor (who she had learned was named Ritsuko Akagi) stated over the intercom system.
"well, now! that's not polite!"
"It's for our safety, not yours, Pilot Petrova."
She grunted and obeyed, making sure to show her hindquarters to the camera as she wiggled out of her pants. Back in the control booth, a few of the male crew members went red, and tried to turn away. Nearby she found her plugsuit; a skintight garment that would allow her to more easily sync with her Eva unit. Ordinarily, they were color-coded to each individual pilots. Iskra's, however was black, the absence of color, with a white number Four on its back and front, as well as on the back of each hand.
After dressing herself, Iskra was led out of the room and to the test room, where an open simulation-plug awaited her. She stepped into the cylidrical cockpit and sat at the controls. The environment turned red as the system activated.
"Ready, Pilot Petrova?"
"In the immortal words of every japanese person to ever live...'hai.' " she hissed with a grin.
(ohaithar! this is my first fanfic, so please leave constructive stuff and any ideas you may have for funny and/or sexy situations, please!)