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"I'm home"
"Welcome back."
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"FIRE!"
The first line of Turrets fired a barrage of ER Large Lasers, their coils and wiring vibrated and heated under the immense pressure. Each powerful enough to create a beam of light capable of piercing steel and alloys, they now concentrated their fire on the falling object.
"We have contact."
"Roger that," responded Takihiro. "Allow it to free-fall. Upon impact, have a squadron search the area and a lance ready for unfriendly intercepts."
Takihiro looked up at the large screen, the image of an object rapidly falling surrounded in fire in the distance. At 28, with large black eyes with a tint of violet, and tall, Takihiro was a sight to behold. His square unshaved jaw gave a hint of mixed ancestry, although he always proclaimed Japanese. He was Tactical Commander for Tokyo-5's Nerv Defense Forces, as well as Training Director in Japan's only Mech Training School. Always sought after by the ladies, Takihiro was still, strangely, a bachelor. His work gave him no time for anything else, which pleased his superiors just fine. In the large Tactics Room, he stood in the middle platform, along with his three aides. Kadena, his Communications Officer, sat at Takihiro's left, Tenku, his Tactical Officer, sat in front of him. Finally, there was Yuri, the Statistics Officer, sitting on the right side. Above them all, sat Commanders Gendou and Evans. They shared command of Japan's ISDF, but it was understood that Gendou ran the show, and that Evans was simply his right hand man, positions that pleased them both. Lastly, underneath both platforms, was the Main Floor. There, sat various officers constantly making sure that everything ran in the order it should, and that orders were carried out. Everyone had their positions in a horseshoe shaped room surrounding the green colored 3-dimensional topographical map of Tokyo-5, and, on top, an at a 45-degree angle facing everyone, was the orange grid diving it. On the wall everyone faced was the monitor.
"This is Rogue Squadron leader. We have a visual."
"Dispatch it through," ordered Takihiro.
A still-image appeared on the monitor.
"Obviously, it's a mech," said Tenku. "It's humanoid, and it stands eye-to- eye to an assault mech, though it's a lot thinner. Apparently, no weapons."
"Have you made contact?"
"Negative," responded Kadena. "No intercom or radio contact. I don't recognize the markings either. Could be pirate or merc, but I doubt it. Where would they get either the tech or credit to build something like that?"
"Yuri, is anyone alive in there?"
"Yes," she responded. "I'm getting a heartbeat, but it's irregular. I think there might be two people inside."
"Where is the lance I sent out?"
"They are approaching target."
"Put me through. Lance leader, do you read?"
"Roger, Commander."
"Approach target with extreme caution. If hostile, you will destroy it."
"No, you won't."
Surprised, Takihiro turned to see who spoke.
"You will not attack it, harm it, or try to restrain it in any way." It was Commander Gendou. "I want it in here intact."
Takihiro was speechless. Gendou, it seemed, would be taking control of the situation. There was nothing to do, even if it meant endangering lives.
"How do we transport it?"
"Use one of the old cages."
"But those exits are ancients. No one is allowed in them. We don't even know how old they are."
"Use the old cages. When it comes to itself, the unit and pilot will know the way."
"Commander, you mean you've been expecting it?"
"It is truly none of your concern."
"Commander, this is Lance leader. What do you want us to do about the mech?"
"Lance leader" responded Takihiro, trying to ignore Gendou's response. "Guard unit until transports arrive."
"Roger that, Commander. We'll surround it."
Takihiro simply stared at the mech. Its design truly like none he had ever seen. This mech was definitely beyond anything he had ever seen before, maybe even surpassing Clan Omnimechs. Perhaps the Terran government had designed it in secret as the next line of mechs. But there were, simply, too many questions, but his thoughts were broken by Tenku's shouting.
"Commander! There is something else entering our atmosphere! It's approaching at an incredible rate!"
"I.D.?"
"None! Impact in 3."
"2."
"1."
Silence.
Then came the shouts.
"Mech down! I repeat Mech down! We are retreating!"
"What happened Give me visual!"
Everyone stared at the shaky feed taken from one of the retreating mech cameras. The fallen mech had literally been vertically split in two by a clear solid line, thought it still had not fallen apart. Between the two pieces stood, to everyone's amazement a lance. Long and thing, it had two throngs that pierced the ground through the eviscerated mech, and its handle long raised above it.
"Repeat! We are heading for cover! We are now in full retreat!"
"Tenku! Give me enemy visual!"
"Sir! Satellite feed provides none! That thing simply fell out of the sky!"
"Kadena! Contact Central Command! Alert them about a possible attack!"
"Disregard that order, officer." Again it was Gendou. "Commander Takihiro, have the remaining lance units go back and surround the unit and its weapon."
"Sir! We just lost a mech and pilot! They were literally cut in half!"
"Do as you are told, Commander."
Takihiro stared hard at Gendou, but he did not take notice back. Gendou simply sat staring at the screen, resting his gloved hands against his lips. Evans standing to Gendou's right, also simply looking at the screen. Takihiro turned and stared at the unit. Truly it was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was thin, but everything about it projected muscles. It looked more human than machine. It was purple, with several teal highlights. It's head even had two eyes, and a well formed mouth. He stared hard at the machine, trying to figure out what it was, but nothing made sense. Takihiro simply stared at it and read the writings on its arms and shoulders.
TEST TYPE UNIT 01
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"Gendou, after more than a millennia, the Evas are back."
Gendou did not respond. There was no need to. Both Gendou and Evans stared perhaps at what could be their deaths.
"I'm home"
"Welcome back."
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"FIRE!"
The first line of Turrets fired a barrage of ER Large Lasers, their coils and wiring vibrated and heated under the immense pressure. Each powerful enough to create a beam of light capable of piercing steel and alloys, they now concentrated their fire on the falling object.
"We have contact."
"Roger that," responded Takihiro. "Allow it to free-fall. Upon impact, have a squadron search the area and a lance ready for unfriendly intercepts."
Takihiro looked up at the large screen, the image of an object rapidly falling surrounded in fire in the distance. At 28, with large black eyes with a tint of violet, and tall, Takihiro was a sight to behold. His square unshaved jaw gave a hint of mixed ancestry, although he always proclaimed Japanese. He was Tactical Commander for Tokyo-5's Nerv Defense Forces, as well as Training Director in Japan's only Mech Training School. Always sought after by the ladies, Takihiro was still, strangely, a bachelor. His work gave him no time for anything else, which pleased his superiors just fine. In the large Tactics Room, he stood in the middle platform, along with his three aides. Kadena, his Communications Officer, sat at Takihiro's left, Tenku, his Tactical Officer, sat in front of him. Finally, there was Yuri, the Statistics Officer, sitting on the right side. Above them all, sat Commanders Gendou and Evans. They shared command of Japan's ISDF, but it was understood that Gendou ran the show, and that Evans was simply his right hand man, positions that pleased them both. Lastly, underneath both platforms, was the Main Floor. There, sat various officers constantly making sure that everything ran in the order it should, and that orders were carried out. Everyone had their positions in a horseshoe shaped room surrounding the green colored 3-dimensional topographical map of Tokyo-5, and, on top, an at a 45-degree angle facing everyone, was the orange grid diving it. On the wall everyone faced was the monitor.
"This is Rogue Squadron leader. We have a visual."
"Dispatch it through," ordered Takihiro.
A still-image appeared on the monitor.
"Obviously, it's a mech," said Tenku. "It's humanoid, and it stands eye-to- eye to an assault mech, though it's a lot thinner. Apparently, no weapons."
"Have you made contact?"
"Negative," responded Kadena. "No intercom or radio contact. I don't recognize the markings either. Could be pirate or merc, but I doubt it. Where would they get either the tech or credit to build something like that?"
"Yuri, is anyone alive in there?"
"Yes," she responded. "I'm getting a heartbeat, but it's irregular. I think there might be two people inside."
"Where is the lance I sent out?"
"They are approaching target."
"Put me through. Lance leader, do you read?"
"Roger, Commander."
"Approach target with extreme caution. If hostile, you will destroy it."
"No, you won't."
Surprised, Takihiro turned to see who spoke.
"You will not attack it, harm it, or try to restrain it in any way." It was Commander Gendou. "I want it in here intact."
Takihiro was speechless. Gendou, it seemed, would be taking control of the situation. There was nothing to do, even if it meant endangering lives.
"How do we transport it?"
"Use one of the old cages."
"But those exits are ancients. No one is allowed in them. We don't even know how old they are."
"Use the old cages. When it comes to itself, the unit and pilot will know the way."
"Commander, you mean you've been expecting it?"
"It is truly none of your concern."
"Commander, this is Lance leader. What do you want us to do about the mech?"
"Lance leader" responded Takihiro, trying to ignore Gendou's response. "Guard unit until transports arrive."
"Roger that, Commander. We'll surround it."
Takihiro simply stared at the mech. Its design truly like none he had ever seen. This mech was definitely beyond anything he had ever seen before, maybe even surpassing Clan Omnimechs. Perhaps the Terran government had designed it in secret as the next line of mechs. But there were, simply, too many questions, but his thoughts were broken by Tenku's shouting.
"Commander! There is something else entering our atmosphere! It's approaching at an incredible rate!"
"I.D.?"
"None! Impact in 3."
"2."
"1."
Silence.
Then came the shouts.
"Mech down! I repeat Mech down! We are retreating!"
"What happened Give me visual!"
Everyone stared at the shaky feed taken from one of the retreating mech cameras. The fallen mech had literally been vertically split in two by a clear solid line, thought it still had not fallen apart. Between the two pieces stood, to everyone's amazement a lance. Long and thing, it had two throngs that pierced the ground through the eviscerated mech, and its handle long raised above it.
"Repeat! We are heading for cover! We are now in full retreat!"
"Tenku! Give me enemy visual!"
"Sir! Satellite feed provides none! That thing simply fell out of the sky!"
"Kadena! Contact Central Command! Alert them about a possible attack!"
"Disregard that order, officer." Again it was Gendou. "Commander Takihiro, have the remaining lance units go back and surround the unit and its weapon."
"Sir! We just lost a mech and pilot! They were literally cut in half!"
"Do as you are told, Commander."
Takihiro stared hard at Gendou, but he did not take notice back. Gendou simply sat staring at the screen, resting his gloved hands against his lips. Evans standing to Gendou's right, also simply looking at the screen. Takihiro turned and stared at the unit. Truly it was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was thin, but everything about it projected muscles. It looked more human than machine. It was purple, with several teal highlights. It's head even had two eyes, and a well formed mouth. He stared hard at the machine, trying to figure out what it was, but nothing made sense. Takihiro simply stared at it and read the writings on its arms and shoulders.
TEST TYPE UNIT 01
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"Gendou, after more than a millennia, the Evas are back."
Gendou did not respond. There was no need to. Both Gendou and Evans stared perhaps at what could be their deaths.