Welcome to Neon Genesis Evangelion: Moscow-2! Be warned, this is AU and has an entirely different cast than the original story! This story is here to establish a different viewpoint on the universe and the types of characters and satire that exist in this universe, and to craft a new story within the world of Evangelion! For those that can stomach that, read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion, Gainax, or the Eva franchise. Hideaki Anno and Gainax own the Evangelion franchise. I do own my original characters though.


2 weeks after Sachiel attacks Tokyo-3...

Alarms began to blare across the enormous tactical playground known as the Command Deck. With its huge 3-leveled command tower taking up most of the room, and projections and images covering the walls, it was justifiable for one of the most important places in the world to protect to have one of the most advanced protection systems available. From the Operation Director's point of view, everything necessary to make the smartest decisions possible was here. The second level of the deck was dedicated to battlefield analysis, with trained staff always on hand to give important data to the higher-ups. Finally, on the last level of the command tower was the MAGI-04, the most advanced computer system known to man. Coincidentally, the MAGI system assigned to this base carried the same number designation as the base, 04. The MAGI always lived up to their reputation of being able to analyze any piece of information instantly, which was very helpful in situations like now.

"Sir! The MAGI have analyzed that AT Field we saw near Reutov! It's Pattern Blue!" A man with long bangs shouted from his chair on the lower deck."It's an Angel, sir!"

"It's attacking just like Sachiel did in Tokyo-3?" The man in charge pushed his orange-hued glasses up with his thumb. "What have we got on the ground, Rurik?"

"We haven't got many reports in yet, sir! We just weren't ready!"

"Turrets are offline! Engineers are working on it!"

A small chuckle came from a petite woman with short pink hair, wearing a stark white lab coat which cascaded on the ground around her. Her size suggested that she was 12, but the demeanor she carried and the pride she wore on her sleeves quickly rectified the misconception one might get from the sheer height difference the two exhibited side by side. In fact, she seemed to have a taller presence than anyone here, even the man she stood next to. She wore a look of discontent as she scolded her subordinate. "We were poorly prepared, Yuri. How does this reflect on the vigil of our staff?"

"Beatings are being prepared, Commander." A smirk grew on his face.

A sigh echoed from the tiny figure. "Sometimes I can't tell whether or not you're serious. I suspect you have at least gathered the Fifth Child?"

"You know that I at least have that many brain cells, Commander." A small blip on the projection in front of him confirmed that the Child was on his way.


Oliver was uncomfortable, although he tried his best not to show it. He often said that he loved being surrounded by women, but these suit and black glasses types were not how he liked them.

"So ladies, seen anything interesting lately?" A silence echoed through the car. One of them glanced out the window, then returned to staring at the boy. It was a limo, with a black interior and lots of legroom. His wavy brown hair was short and unkempt, just like he liked it. He could see the driver on the other side of the open window, who looked a bit panicked. His medium build filled the seat he was in, and his Packers tee-shirt was a bit of a loose fit. They were driving a bit fast though, even considering that they were on a highway.

Suddenly, an explosion rattled the windows of the vehicle, and it fishtailed briefly before the driver regained control. "What the hell?" Oliver cried as he gripped the seat as best he could. A crash resounded from just behind them, and he snapped his head to look out the back window. The eviscerated tail of a VTOL had slammed into the gray concrete, flattening a few other cars, and the section of highway that was hit immediately collapsed in a ball of flame.

"Hey, shouldn't we stop to see if they're okay-" His remark trailed off into a groan as his eyes caught something that shouldn't exist. A behemoth brown boulder was floating through the air slowly, with two stony tentacles sagging alongside it. It seemed unconcerned with the buzzing flies around it, peppering it with annoying sparks. One of those elongated arms slashed another VTOL, ripping it to shreds as as if it was splitting wet toilet paper.

"What the fuck is that?" Oliver shouted at the expressionless women. They said nothing, and there seemed to be no reaction to the battle raging around them. Didn't they care that those people were being exterminated?


"Squadron Alpha just got taken out, sir! They can't dodge those arms!" The blonde woman boomed across the command deck. "The Angel is advancing sir! It will get here in 15 minutes!"

"Tank Squadron 3 is requesting backup!"

"Send in Squadron 2 to act as a distraction! See if you can bombard the thing!" The man with the sunglasses known as Yuri opened a channel to Squadron 3.

A scream came in over the loudspeaker, distorted and crackling. "Command! The thing's right over us! Requesting backup, now! It's over us!"

"Hold it together, Squad 3! Begin bombardment, and aim for the mask!"

"It's- it's looking at us! RETRE-" Static cut him off, as the man with the long bangs cut off the channel. "Squadron 3 has been annihilated, sir! We're being destroyed- where is that pilot!"

"Tank Squadrons 1, 2 and 4, hit the Angel with everything you have!" Yuri shouted over the general channel. All at once a tremendous BOOM shook the landscape as all of the tank squadrons fired on the Angel. Hundreds of explosions obscured the Angel from view, the sheer force of the shock-wave shattering the windows of a nearby skyscraper. For a few seconds, the command deck went silent, and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. When the fire died down however, the Angel was still there.

"How the hell is this thing still alive?" Yuri called out to the blonde woman on his left. "Get the VTOL squadron closer, so we can keep an eye on it!"

The Angel turned to its right, and the sinister depths of its eyes shone with a divine light. Instantly the ground lit up underneath another tank squadron, casting an eerie pink light. A gigantic red cross burst into view and lit the sky ablaze, tinting the hill behind it with a crimson light. An entire city block of about half a kilometer had been reduced to little more than a smoking crater. Needless to say, the signals of the entire squadron had gone cold and none of the tanks had made it out in one piece.

"The entire Belorusskaya province has been wiped out, sir! We lost a quarter of the financial district! Collateral damage is through the roof!"

"Conventional forces won't do anything against it, Yuri. You know that." The miniscule figure besides Yuri glanced up at him. "Those guns are firecrackers to it. The best we can do is delay it." She strode up to the edge of the deck, and yelled down to the analysts. "Try to redirect it to the Sukarevskaya district! We can reduce casualties that way!" Her voice carried far, and her words had a visual impact on the two below. "Do we have any other options, Operations Director?" She glanced up at him, and saw a frustrated scowl meeting her calm demeanor.

"We've got to get that pilot! I'm going myself!" Yuri slammed his fist down on the desk, and stormed away to a nearby elevator, sweat dripping down his brow.


"Did a cross just blow up an entire city block? Please tell me I'm not seeing things!" Oliver shouted in the car, pleading with the two agents. His heart was racing, and his head was abuzz with terror.

"Where are we even going? You two haven't said anything this entire trip!" Tears began to form at the edges of Oliver's eyes. "What the hell is going on?" A sharp BOOM resounded, and Oliver turned to see at least 20 tanks driving behind them, their barrels still smoking from their barrage.

"Hey, w-why is the ground starting to get all pink?" Oliver's voice began to shake. In a flash, the two women had covered his body with theirs, lowering him into the fetal position. Oliver blushed. "Ladies, I appreciate the attention, but-"

Then the car flew through the air, and all Oliver heard before he fell unconscious was the screams of two women.


I AM THE ANGEL OF NEW BEGINNINGS.

ALL COME TO ME, TO BE REBORN IN FIRE AND FLAME.

YOU WHO IMITATE THE GLORY OF HIM, FEEL FEAR.

FOR I AM HERE, AND MY NAME IS GAZARDIEL.

I AM.


The ground shook, and Oliver twitched. He felt warm, and at the same time chilled to the bone. The world caught fire as his eyelids slid apart, and he covered his face with his hands to block the pain. As his eyes adjusted, the first thing he caught sight of was the flying boulder. For the first time, he noticed the mask on its surface, a small teardrop with two holes in it, like a mockery of a human face, plastered onto it's surface like a sticker.

"Wha-" His memory caught up with him. More explosions rocked the boulder, but it kept on drifting lazily towards its destination. Oliver then realized the immense weight on him, and struggled to release himself. Eventually he wormed his way out of whatever he was stuck in, and he got to his feet, staring at the boulder. Tears stood frozen on his face.

"You!" He whipped around to face the desperate voice calling out to him. "You are Oliver Morton, right?" A man with a scruffy beard and ruffled brown hair ran up to him, surrounded by men wearing the same outfit that the women that picked him up were wearing. He was breathing heavily, and rested on his knees as he stared into the boy's eyes.

"Y-you have to help me, I don't know where I am and-"

"OLIVER MORTON!" The man shook him, glaring fiercely at him through his amber sunglasses.

It was all Oliver could do to nod, and at once the men grabbed him and began to run. He was almost dragged, and he could barely keep up. In a sudden flash of memory Oliver remembered what had happened before the explosion, and he looked back for the first time at what he had crawled out of. A twisted, mangled ball of steel was all that was left of the large limo they had traveled in, and gore covered the charred steel. He could almost make out a human face in a ball of sinew and muscle. Then, he was led into a building, and the carcass of metal, flesh and flame could no longer be seen.


He was lead into a boxy elevator, which was illuminated by only a dinky light-bulb, covered with cobwebs. Dirty windows covered every wall, and brass handles were attached to the corners. Oliver was strapped into a seat near the door, which slammed shut when the last man had gotten in. The elevator was absolutely stuffed, with men crammed into every possible crevice.

"Hold on!" The man with the sunglasses yelled. Then, with a jerk the elevator shot off downwards, and Oliver began to understand why the lucky ones had a death grip on any handle they could find. It felt almost like one of the roller-coasters he had ridden back home, and the same feeling of weightlessness shocked him. The agents' feet barely touched the floor as the windows were lit up with a picturesque landscape. Golden waves of grain blew across what looked to be a farm, with a forest surrounding it. Oliver barely had time to gawk though as metal layers and shadows quickly replaced the scenery. It reminded him of the view from the car of a subway train.

Finally the elevator crashed to a stop, and several groans could be heard among the less fortunate members of the entourage. Some of them were knocked onto their behinds, and the sight of these gentlemen in suits rubbing their asses as they got up was almost amusing. Oliver found that fear replaced the laughter that would have come.

"Deal with it, you cowards!" Oliver was quickly unbuckled, and shoved outside the elevator. The sunglasses man grabbed him again, and he was led as fast as possible to an extremely large room.

"Oliver! We need to you pilot this!" The man pointed to something, and Oliver's eyes followed the grand sweep of his arm.

The first thing Oliver noticed was the sheer brightness of the orange that covered its surface, like a traffic cone. Its head was wide, almost like a whale, with small slits on both sides of the block-like head. A restraint that looked like a jaw covered the bottom half of its head, which concealed a thick neck. He could only see down to the chest, covered with heavy iron plates. Dark blue lines intersected the entire body, creating an almost artistic contrast. Its shoulders were embedded in the wall, and tons of words in a language he didn't know covered the walls. Klaxons shouted and rotating red lights covered the ceiling.

"We need you to come this way, so we can get you into the entry plug-" The man began to lead Oliver down a catwalk, but he violently shook the man off, glaring into his own reflection in those orange sunglasses.

"FUCK YOU, " he shouted, tears in his eyes and his hands shaking incessantly. "I'm not getting in that thing! I've been lead around all of today, and nobody will explain anything to me! The car I took here exploded, and those women in the car with me died! I saw their guts in that wreck! On top of that, there's a giant fucking rock in the sky and there's crosses everywhere and I'M NOT GETTING IN THAT THING UNTIL SOMEBODY TELLS ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"

"THOSE WOMEN DIED TO GET YOU HERE YOU BRAT!" The man screamed at the boy, who visibly shook at the words. "Hundreds died to make sure you could get here safely, and every second we spend here with you not in that entry plug wastes those lives! We can explain everything later, just get in that-"

"THIS is the Evangelion Unit 05! This is mankind's last hope against the Angels, who will destroy the world if they get to our base!" A small woman with pink hair shouted at Oliver from a balcony overlooking the catwalk. "You are the only person that can pilot this machine, the Bringer of Good News, the Evangelion!"

"Commander!" The man glared at the woman. "We don't have time for this-"

"Shush Yuri, I'm being awesome right now." She smiled softly at the boy. "Your job is to get into this machine and destroy the Angel, who is right now trying to get into this base and eradicate humanity! With its limitless power and unbreakable steel armor, there is no way you cannot win!"

Oliver paused, his head hung. Disconnected from reality, he noticed that he was absolutely covered in blood. It felt cold.

"I can't lose, right?" He said slowly. "If I win, this day will end, right?" His voice cracked. Sweat poured down his face.

"I assure you, I made this machine. Therefore, it is invincible. Destroying the Angel will bring you praise and peace! So, destroy this Angel with your iron will, and bring humanity's wrath onto that being!"

"I-" He froze. He was shaking violently, the day's events burning in his mind's eye. The alien rock in the sky. The blood-red cross bisecting the sky. The mangled corpses of the women that protected him. He felt something snap within him. He was sure it was his sanity. The last thing that flashed through his mind was his father, screaming at him. "YOU MUST WIN!"

"Let's get this over with."

"Repeat that." The commander's smirk grew larger.

"I will pilot Evangelion Unit 05!" The boy shouted at the woman staring down at him, tears and sweat mingling on his scowling face.


He was led to what looked like a giant metal tampon, which slid open after a worker had typed in a command on a glowing console.

"I need to put these in your hair." The man with glasses tried to clip gold hair clips onto his skull, but Oliver snatched them from him before he could touch him. "I can do it." The man retreated, and Oliver snapped the two clips into place. Then, he was stood in front of the lily-white entry plug. He was forced in, and immediately he felt uncomfortable in the seat. The lid was shut, and he cried out.

"Hey, it's really dark in here!" He couldn't see a thing, but as soon as he said this the lights turned on. Glancing around, he saw that he was surrounded by sheet metal, which reflected his terrified gaze.

"It's cramped in here! Hey, are these handles?" The pilot's questions echoed through the command deck, as swarms of people all flew by each other in a hive of activity.

"We've hit 90% losses sir! We have to retreat!" The final tank squadron's commander's voice boomed over the loudspeaker, cutting off the pilot.

"That's fine, take Tverskaya Street and retreat past the bridge!" Yuri quickly switched to the other channel. "Just focus on calming down right now, Oliver."

"Easy for you to say." The camera inside the entry plug showed Oliver taking deep breaths, with his eyes closed.

"What's the situation on the ground, Violet?" The Operations Director called down to the blonde woman.

"Squadron 4 has retreated onto the bridge sir! The Angel is advancing, and is now passing over Tverskaya Street!"

"Alright, then we'll put him up by the Koitso launch port. Initiate psychosomatic integration!"

"Filling the entry plug." Rurik repeated to the pilot as he rapidly tapped on the keyboard.

"Say what?" Oliver had managed to calm down a bit, but he was still shaking. Then, orange liquid began to cover him, filling the container from his ankles up. It rapidly overtook him, and he held his breath.

"It's fine, Oliver! You can breath this stuff!" Yuri reassured him. He kept on holding his breath, but at last he reached his breaking point and his lungs filled with the orange liquid. Strangely enough, it felt like he didn't need to breath at all.

"This is disgusting. I feel so weird right now." Oliver's comments were ignored. Then, several people began to speak at once, and he caught small snippets like "Main power connected" and "Secondary contacts initiated." The orange liquid then turned clear, and Oliver blinked rapidly to make sure his eyes were working. Unfortunately they were, as when another person said "A10 nerve connections all good," rainbows and sparkles and crazy things started flashing across his eyes.

"What are you people doing to me?" He shouted.

"It's fine, Oliver. We're just making sure the connections work." Then, the light-show stopped, and he saw the catwalk he was once standing on. There were a few blind spots, but he could see alright.

"Woah! I'm really high up!" The command deck was still abuzz, and a graph that looked like a helix flashed across Yuri's screen.

"Synch Ratio is 48.3 percent, sir. Goddamn..." The blonde woman trailed off, astonished. The kid hadn't even been in the damned thing for five minutes yet, and he still had a better synch ratio than the other one. "Good enough to launch!" Yuri commanded.

Oliver jerked forward, as his Eva moved backwards and up. Suddenly, it stopped. He looked up, and saw an elevator shaft stretching into darkness. "Hey, you guys aren't going to-"

"Eva Provisional Unit 05, Launch!"


It was all he could do to resist the Gs from the trip upward. It reminded him of the elevator ride down, but in reverse. He could barely look up, and a roar was obscuring all other noise. Then, a light shined down from above, and he shot through an opening, slamming to a stop. His head jerked upward, then slouched.

"How do I move this thing?" Oliver shook the controls, but the Eva stood still.

"Just walk, Oliver. Remember how you felt when you were a child, trying to walk." Yuri spoke softly to him over the radio. "Left foot, right foot, left foot, right."

"Okay." Oliver concentrated on moving his feet, and immediately he felt strange. His feet weren't moving, but his feet were. Left, right, left, right.

"Just like then, huh?" He remembered his football camp, training his endurance by running in place as fast as he could.

"Find some cover, Oliver!" His head snapped upward, and met the Angel's mask. He felt like it was staring into his soul. It began to shake, and the entire street around him exploded. Oliver jumped backwards on reflex, and the Eva followed. However he did not quite have complete control yet, and he tumbled end over end finishing with him lying face-up.

"Fuck! What just happened?" Oliver stood back up, and was slammed back into the ground by the colossal rock. Its face met his, and he felt an infinitesimal amount of the cold, utter hatred it felt for him at that moment.

"Oliver! Get out of there!" He couldn't move. Its stony gaze had him trapped. He was too scared to even cry, or shout or anything. He just sat there. The Angel lifted its enormous right arm, which shook and split apart with a fleshy tearing noise. A horrible, twisted blade erupted out of its "hand" and glinted against the sunlight.

"OLIVER! RUN-" He raised his arm to block the blow and it was raked with the blade, chunks of red flesh sent flying as the blade ripped out muscles. Oliver felt a horrible pain in his arm, and gripped it tightly as he screamed.

"Why does it hurt? WHY DOES IT HURT?" Oliver shrieked as he curled himself into a ball. His arm felt like it had been ripped apart, just like his Eva.

"His synch ratio- It went up! It's at 75% now, sir!" The blonde woman analyzed the graph in front of her. Why did pain increase the Synch Ratio?

"Vitals are dropping, sir! He's too scared to move!"

"Inject him with stimulants! He's all we've got!"

Oliver felt a prick in his left arm, but was too distracted by the mind-numbing pain in his right arm. Slowly however it went away, replaced by an all-consuming rage. The pain felt distant, and the fear went away.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" The Eva shoved the boulder off of him, and kicked it down the street with a huge CRACK. Oliver felt horrible pain in his foot, but was too enraged to notice. He bellowed a guttural war-cry as his Eva stood defiant against the Angel. The air around the Evangelion shivered, and Oliver felt a wall appear in front of him.

"AT Field has been spread, sir! Current status is Strong!"

"The Eva must have felt his anger and created the AT Field. There's no way it could spread an AT Field on its own." Yuri pushed his glasses up with his thumb again.

"Send the Hammer to him." Violet input a command into the computer.

Oliver had stopped shouting when he heard a SHUNK behind him. A nearby building deconstructed itself and revealed a gigantic hammer. He took it immediately with his one good arm. Then, he felt a strange aura emanate from underneath him. The ground began to glow pink, like when the cross materialized. At once he dodged backwards out of the way, and a set of orange hexagons appeared underneath him, deflecting the cross into a nearby building.

He charged forward around the cross, leaping over a set of buildings onto the rising Angel. Swinging his hammer with his left arm, he impacted the side of the Angel, throwing chunks of rock into the street. A small rope of flesh ending in a ball fell out of the hole left by the impact.

"Vestigial legs?" The small woman began to think. "So the Angels evolve over time..."

The air around the Angel shimmered, and nearby buildings seemed to rip themselves apart as the air itself became Oliver's enemy. However he simply raised his hand, and more orange hexagons appeared to defend him. Hundreds of scratches appeared on the surface of his shield, but it held strong. He felt a pressure in his head, but the rage shoved that to the back of his mind.

Then, the Angel's eyes flashed, and his shield of light disappeared. Its arm whipped upwards, creating a gigantic dent in the Eva's armor. Oliver immediately drew back, stunned by the pain overcoming his anger. Finally, the Angel used all of its strength to thrust at the same spot, breaking through the armor and the flesh. The entirety of the granite arm could be seen sticking through the Eva, covered in blood. The brown of the rock and the red of the blood mixed to make a maroon ichor that stained the street.

Oliver stopped. All of the rage and fear that he had felt before had vanished, replaced with numbness. The minute trembling was gone as well. He could barely think, and the thoughts that came through were primal, only concerned with survival. He slowly lowered his head, and stared at his chest. He tried to lift his shirt to see if the flesh was still there, but his left hand would not move from the horrible gash on his right arm. His brain faintly registered that his arm and chest were indeed there, but they felt like they were gone. He couldn't feel his chest, or his arm, like all the nerves in them had been cut. All he could feel before a massive darkness closed on his brain was a horrible, deathly chill.


"Goddamn it, get that kid awake!" Yuri inputted commands into the computer furiously. Through the entry plug's camera, Oliver's body convulsed as a shock was sent through his body. However, he did not stir.

"Damn it, send the ejection signal!" He watched as an error popped up on Rurik's screen, who whipped around.

"Sir, the signal was rejected! The plug won't eject!"

Then, the Angel raised its atrocious silver blade, and split open the left arm from the shoulder, destroying the wing of the Eva. The bloody hammer skittered across the concrete before embedding itself in a nearby building, and the left arm of the Eva was almost split in two.

"Sir! Should we call in a N2 strike?" Yuri froze. It was viable, but the collateral and political fallout would be tremendous. His first operation, and the city reduced to dust? What could he do?

"OLIVER!"

"USELESS." A deep and powerful voice rang out in Oliver's mind, and he jerked awake. He felt no pain, and he found himself staring the Angel in the face again. He felt... angry.

The Angel swung again, this time for the head. It was the heaviest blow yet, and would surely reduce the Eva's head to pulp.

The Evangelion's eyes flashed a bright yellow, and in a flash of motion the Eva caught the blow effortlessly. It slowly rose, cracking the earthy appendage as it glared at the Angel. A small screw connecting the two pieces of jaw armor shattered, and the Evangelion sounded a fleshy bellow, blowing hot steam and flecks of spit into the Angel's face. It pulled back its arm, and threw the Angel down the street, impacting a building which crumbled under the enormous weight. Once again the Eva screamed, and charged, picking up the hammer. The arms, which were unusable before, twisted and squirmed and squelched, making new arms that looked disturbingly human.

"Just like in Tokyo-3, huh?" The short woman commented in the Command Deck. "We'll have to compare data with that Ritsuko person. Disgusting woman, really. But as long as the data's good..." The woman turned to leave.

"Where are you going, Charlotte?" Yuri asked the woman, who turned to glance at him.

"We've won, haven't we?"

The Evangelion roared, and swept the hammer overhead into the Angel, rupturing the thick armor and revealing a pulsating reddish core. Crimson blood flew, staining the orange Eva and covering the street. The Angel's eyes began to glow again, and an orb of electricity came from its mask, throwing small branched bolts of energy like lightning.

"Sir! The Jeans instability threshold has been reached! A protostar has been formed!" Violet watched the temperature of the star rise from 500 K to over 3000 in under 3 seconds.

The Angel pushed the Eva off of it with a weak AT Field, and rose to the Evangelion's height. The small star grew into a large one, becoming the size of its creator.. It became red and shot fiery arcs across its beating surface. Small cars and debris rose into the sun and were absorbed with a small puff of smoke. The berserk Eva's armor began to singe, and turn black. Then the air shimmered, and the newly made sun was pushed towards the Eva. However, the Eva roared once more, and its eyes flashed once again. The Eva raised its hands, and the sun stopped just short of it, after slowing to a stop. The AT Field took the brunt of the heat, but the Eva's armor still burned crimson black from the convection. Fortunately, the heat was the last thing on its mind.

"The AT Field's Positron signature is inversing itself! Velocity is reversing!" The Evangelion appeared to hold the sun, grunting in satisfaction, drool coming from its hanging jaw. Finally, the sun reversed its direction and sped straight at the Angel. Passing through the AT Field and connecting with its owner the sun burst on the Angel, blowing away the cosmic invader.

A huge cross appeared, blotting out the sun, consuming the berserk Evangelion. As a sort of irony, a rainbow appeared as blood rained on the victor.

As the cross faded, the last image broadcast of the battle was the Eva, staring up into the sun with hungry eyes, it's orange armor covered in blood and singed to a crisp.


So, there's the first chapter of the story! It took me about 3 days to make, and I really had a lot of fun with it. This is based off of a roleplaying session of Adeptus Evangelion that me and my buddy played while we were trying to find more players. His face when I told him that a STAR was being fired at him was priceless, then he said, "Can I make a Ballistics test to reflect it?" He got a 1. On a d100. So, this happened, and it was absolutely badass.

This chapter is also dedicated to the hundreds of Evangelion fanfiction that immediately make Shinji into a badass that doesn't give a fuck before meeting his first Angel. You know, the "dude look a robot sweet" kind. Goddamn it, if you were 15 or 16 and you got shoved into a giant robot, I'd bet the majority of you would piss your pants too. True bravery is getting into that cockpit KNOWING you're going to piss your pants and get your ass kicked.

I'm hoping that this story will maintain the general TONE of the original series, but maybe I can add in some things to the setting and make some twists that weren't in the original. You know, normal stuff.

By the way, this does not take place in the Rebuild storyline. This is AU, but the base storyline is the original TV series.

By the way, read and review if you've got the time! I don't know what I'm doing wrong if you don't tell me!