Not Jetting Alone
Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion or Gundam. They belong to other people that have long since become rich off of them. But I'll buy them for a quarter!
Chapter one: Just another day in the office...
2 Years before the events of NGE ----
A UN historian thumbed through old files of past weapons and experimental equipment that had to be at least 50 or 60 years old. It was boring work but it paid, skipping to a file drawer randomly and again skimming through the names of projects and works of countless scientists that had worked for the UN and some that hadn't, but their work was found important enough for it to be 'recovered' and then stored here.
The brass up in the main offices had him looking for ideas for a new weapon, or an old one it didn't seem to matter which. He thought of it was some sort of a bet between admirals when they asked him to find something able to do something along the lines of kicking Godzilla's rear from here to the states.
Picking up a file from the back of drawer the historian frowned. Didn't anyone clean these things; he would have to nearly wash his hands before handling any of the other files. Opening it he read the contents with half hooded eyes that screamed: 'bah, seen this kind before.'
Putting it on a table for one of the scribes to clean up, he sifted through the Drawer and pulled out a file that read "G series. Date: AC 196" as its identifier. An eyebrow cocked as the historian found a slight interest.
"The AC era? I thought all the files were lost in second Impact when the colonies were all thrown off with the shifting of the Lagrange points..."
He opened the file and fumbled for a moment as a data disk tried to free fall it's way to the floor. 'How odd' The Historian thought, ' didn't they keep everything on minidisks back then?' It was probably just some eccentric old coot's whim to put it in such an old disk.
"At least I can take a look at it, our equipment is outdated enough to play these darn things. It's not like the brass sends us any money for new computers."
Slipping the disk into the appropriate drive he sighed as the computer dutifully told him it was encrypted, but it was an old code that they had the key to and that it would only take fifteen minutes to download it from the main network. He went off to make himself some coffee.
Bye the time he came back the download and subsequent decoding was finished and the file was bared for him to see. The guys in the funding department would have a field day with this. Any sort of marketing done with these would have his eleven-year-old son clamoring to get him something.
The... mecha displayed were in all effect 'cool' enough to have a few models made of them. Looking at the total height made him wince a bit, this was only around a third of what they had specified, what the heck he'd send it in anyway.
Copying the data to a minidisk he put it in a case then tossed it onto the small pile that had accumulated on one of the enormous rooms tables.
---- 7 Months later ----
Three battle mecha stood in opposing corners in a triangular cityscape; their outer hulls glistened in the bright sunlight. One was almost completely black and seeming to be made from iron seemed to have over sized forearms that housed huge spiked hands. The tallest was a polished silver color and nearly headless, it had long arms and a fat round body. The shortest was winged ant multi colored, mostly white with blues and gold's, there was a green sphere in its chest and it carried a huge rifle and a shield.
At some unseen signal the three started advancing, the tallest removing a weapon from a building, the medium simply charged for the middle in a lumbering run, the smallest brandished it's rifle and flew into the city with built in boosters.
The tallest two were the first to clash, the silver battle mecha sighted on the black one and let loose with an assault rifle. The iron mecha slammed its forearms together in an impromptu shield and charged on.
A bright light shot out from above and a yellow beam of energy cleaved through the black mecha's upper left arm and the center of the silver mech sending it into overload. It detonated seconds later sending the iron mecha flying into a building.
The black giant stood shakily wires trailing from its left shoulder. It lifted its remaining arm, which converted itself into a cannon and to fire on its opposition who dodged nimbly and swooped down to street level, dropping its rifle and drew a sword of green energy that erupted from a hilt taken from it's shield.
The ironclad mecha's arm changed back and a silver cylinder extended from the rear of it. Charging forward I punched the smaller machine as it did so the cylinder shot forward sending a blast of compressed air. The force sent the winged figure flying down ten blocks and crashing into a building.
The tall mecha again charged to administer the finishing blow, the cylinder sliding back to its full extension. At the last moment the smaller mecha looked up from its sitting position and let loose with two gun weapons embedded in it's head. The bullets struck the neck of the other machine, shattering it like glass to reveal a cockpit there that was quickly holed through with ammo. The entire s scene disappeared in an instant, replaced by a grid-covered room.
A man in an admirals uniform stepped back from a view screen on a large computer consul, looking resolute in a decision.
"That's it then? Is this what we are going to build?"
"We have certain options"
Replied a tech sitting at his computer.
"There are nine or ten different versions of these machines. There was a prototype that only existed on paper and was eventually built, five that were initially built at the same time, out of the five three were upgraded.
He paused to breath for a moment.
"Two of the five had new versions of themselves created when they had eventually been destroyed and the last was created to match the prototype in power."
"Did the prototype and final versions ever cross each other?"
"Yes, the pilots were rivals of a sort."
"And the results of their battles?"
"The prototype did win in a fashion, but the final unit sacrificed it self and was not seen ever again, although there had been reports of the pilot at one point. The final unit was assumed to be destroyed."
"What do you mean 'in a fashion'? "
"I am unsure of what happened exactly, but it was only written that the prototype one and that the final unit sacrificed itself at a different time."
"And our ability to construct them?"
"We have most of the resources in place to build one unit, there is a usable satellite facility in orbit that can suit that purpose, but..."
"But what."
The tech punched a few commands into the computer. A picture of a series of computer boards appeared on the screen.
"We cannot recreate the operating system of the prototype and final units at this time, our projected figures for its construction is, at best two point zero four years."
"That's too long."
"As I've seen sir, my best recommendation is to build one of the originally constructed five."
"Which one?"
"Unit designation is XXXG-00W0, it's the unit that just defeated Unit's B and J."
"The code name?"
"Wing Gundam, sir."
---- VTOL Training center ----
A middle aged tech sat at her workstation barely containing his boredom and compiling the days battle sims and hi-g test scores. As usual she sent the combined data and dumped it into her superiors computer. Sighing she picked up her coffee and took a sip, trying to remember if she ever had a day that went by more slowly than this one.
Unknown to the tech her report went higher than she thought it did. Through hundreds of routers and connections hubs, finally taking flight by satellite and being redirected around the world to twelve different and reclusive individuals.
---- The council of SEELE ----
Keel looked over the next topic on the short list for the meeting. This one being for the JSSDF's Jet project. As he scanned through it quickly he found that the UK's military was not focusing on not one but two mecha. That was of no real matter, it would prove useless after all.
Although he still brought it to the attention of the council, the topic was quickly dispatched as they hurried to the next, this one involving the mass production Eva's that they would someday produce.
---- To be continued
It's a start
Will it be any good? Don't know, what do you think.
I know that the whole Gundam cross over has been done before and been spurned all to heck. But I figured that I could take a little swing at it and improve my elementary skills at writing at the same time.
R&R People!
Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion or Gundam. They belong to other people that have long since become rich off of them. But I'll buy them for a quarter!
Chapter one: Just another day in the office...
2 Years before the events of NGE ----
A UN historian thumbed through old files of past weapons and experimental equipment that had to be at least 50 or 60 years old. It was boring work but it paid, skipping to a file drawer randomly and again skimming through the names of projects and works of countless scientists that had worked for the UN and some that hadn't, but their work was found important enough for it to be 'recovered' and then stored here.
The brass up in the main offices had him looking for ideas for a new weapon, or an old one it didn't seem to matter which. He thought of it was some sort of a bet between admirals when they asked him to find something able to do something along the lines of kicking Godzilla's rear from here to the states.
Picking up a file from the back of drawer the historian frowned. Didn't anyone clean these things; he would have to nearly wash his hands before handling any of the other files. Opening it he read the contents with half hooded eyes that screamed: 'bah, seen this kind before.'
Putting it on a table for one of the scribes to clean up, he sifted through the Drawer and pulled out a file that read "G series. Date: AC 196" as its identifier. An eyebrow cocked as the historian found a slight interest.
"The AC era? I thought all the files were lost in second Impact when the colonies were all thrown off with the shifting of the Lagrange points..."
He opened the file and fumbled for a moment as a data disk tried to free fall it's way to the floor. 'How odd' The Historian thought, ' didn't they keep everything on minidisks back then?' It was probably just some eccentric old coot's whim to put it in such an old disk.
"At least I can take a look at it, our equipment is outdated enough to play these darn things. It's not like the brass sends us any money for new computers."
Slipping the disk into the appropriate drive he sighed as the computer dutifully told him it was encrypted, but it was an old code that they had the key to and that it would only take fifteen minutes to download it from the main network. He went off to make himself some coffee.
Bye the time he came back the download and subsequent decoding was finished and the file was bared for him to see. The guys in the funding department would have a field day with this. Any sort of marketing done with these would have his eleven-year-old son clamoring to get him something.
The... mecha displayed were in all effect 'cool' enough to have a few models made of them. Looking at the total height made him wince a bit, this was only around a third of what they had specified, what the heck he'd send it in anyway.
Copying the data to a minidisk he put it in a case then tossed it onto the small pile that had accumulated on one of the enormous rooms tables.
---- 7 Months later ----
Three battle mecha stood in opposing corners in a triangular cityscape; their outer hulls glistened in the bright sunlight. One was almost completely black and seeming to be made from iron seemed to have over sized forearms that housed huge spiked hands. The tallest was a polished silver color and nearly headless, it had long arms and a fat round body. The shortest was winged ant multi colored, mostly white with blues and gold's, there was a green sphere in its chest and it carried a huge rifle and a shield.
At some unseen signal the three started advancing, the tallest removing a weapon from a building, the medium simply charged for the middle in a lumbering run, the smallest brandished it's rifle and flew into the city with built in boosters.
The tallest two were the first to clash, the silver battle mecha sighted on the black one and let loose with an assault rifle. The iron mecha slammed its forearms together in an impromptu shield and charged on.
A bright light shot out from above and a yellow beam of energy cleaved through the black mecha's upper left arm and the center of the silver mech sending it into overload. It detonated seconds later sending the iron mecha flying into a building.
The black giant stood shakily wires trailing from its left shoulder. It lifted its remaining arm, which converted itself into a cannon and to fire on its opposition who dodged nimbly and swooped down to street level, dropping its rifle and drew a sword of green energy that erupted from a hilt taken from it's shield.
The ironclad mecha's arm changed back and a silver cylinder extended from the rear of it. Charging forward I punched the smaller machine as it did so the cylinder shot forward sending a blast of compressed air. The force sent the winged figure flying down ten blocks and crashing into a building.
The tall mecha again charged to administer the finishing blow, the cylinder sliding back to its full extension. At the last moment the smaller mecha looked up from its sitting position and let loose with two gun weapons embedded in it's head. The bullets struck the neck of the other machine, shattering it like glass to reveal a cockpit there that was quickly holed through with ammo. The entire s scene disappeared in an instant, replaced by a grid-covered room.
A man in an admirals uniform stepped back from a view screen on a large computer consul, looking resolute in a decision.
"That's it then? Is this what we are going to build?"
"We have certain options"
Replied a tech sitting at his computer.
"There are nine or ten different versions of these machines. There was a prototype that only existed on paper and was eventually built, five that were initially built at the same time, out of the five three were upgraded.
He paused to breath for a moment.
"Two of the five had new versions of themselves created when they had eventually been destroyed and the last was created to match the prototype in power."
"Did the prototype and final versions ever cross each other?"
"Yes, the pilots were rivals of a sort."
"And the results of their battles?"
"The prototype did win in a fashion, but the final unit sacrificed it self and was not seen ever again, although there had been reports of the pilot at one point. The final unit was assumed to be destroyed."
"What do you mean 'in a fashion'? "
"I am unsure of what happened exactly, but it was only written that the prototype one and that the final unit sacrificed itself at a different time."
"And our ability to construct them?"
"We have most of the resources in place to build one unit, there is a usable satellite facility in orbit that can suit that purpose, but..."
"But what."
The tech punched a few commands into the computer. A picture of a series of computer boards appeared on the screen.
"We cannot recreate the operating system of the prototype and final units at this time, our projected figures for its construction is, at best two point zero four years."
"That's too long."
"As I've seen sir, my best recommendation is to build one of the originally constructed five."
"Which one?"
"Unit designation is XXXG-00W0, it's the unit that just defeated Unit's B and J."
"The code name?"
"Wing Gundam, sir."
---- VTOL Training center ----
A middle aged tech sat at her workstation barely containing his boredom and compiling the days battle sims and hi-g test scores. As usual she sent the combined data and dumped it into her superiors computer. Sighing she picked up her coffee and took a sip, trying to remember if she ever had a day that went by more slowly than this one.
Unknown to the tech her report went higher than she thought it did. Through hundreds of routers and connections hubs, finally taking flight by satellite and being redirected around the world to twelve different and reclusive individuals.
---- The council of SEELE ----
Keel looked over the next topic on the short list for the meeting. This one being for the JSSDF's Jet project. As he scanned through it quickly he found that the UK's military was not focusing on not one but two mecha. That was of no real matter, it would prove useless after all.
Although he still brought it to the attention of the council, the topic was quickly dispatched as they hurried to the next, this one involving the mass production Eva's that they would someday produce.
---- To be continued
It's a start
Will it be any good? Don't know, what do you think.
I know that the whole Gundam cross over has been done before and been spurned all to heck. But I figured that I could take a little swing at it and improve my elementary skills at writing at the same time.
R&R People!