This is an A.U. Neon Genesis Evangelion/X-COM crossover, set ten years
after the end of X-COM: Apocalypse.
I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion, nor the X-CCM games.
This fic is still in beta status. Regretfully I am in dire need of feedback, and pre readers so I am publishing this. I'd appreciate any sort of comment or advice that can be given on the fic. On any case the crossover should get in 'full gear' as to speak in the next chapter
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Chapter one - The First Step forward
The first of the Starlance class cruiser, the Starlance itself, disturbed the emptiness of LaGrange point five of the earth sun system. The stable point was chosen as the first leg in the ships journey for many reasons, though mainly because it was out of the way. The science team could probably add their own share of reasons, far more pertinent and most probably incomprehensible to those without a degree in science.
The Starlance was a formidable starship, designed to withstand not only the hard and extreme conditions of space, but also a mission which would be far more demanding. It was also the first ship of the so called Wanderer project, the first fully manned mission operational ship. It was a big step up from the automated probes, or the small scale exploration barge fitted with the "shifter" that had been used as the final test of the dimensional shifter device.
In the hopes of gaining a better understanding of the inter-dimensional space, and as part of a massive effort to determine the magnitude of the Micronoid threat, those were the basic guidelines of the mission. It could be considered a scientific expedition, at least by the Senate, but the true power of the disrupter weapons and antimatter missiles (whilst scarce for a ship of its tonnage), not to mention the ship's small compliment of assault craft, spoke differently.
Theirs was a very difficult mission, probably even suicide by some standards. They were going at it alone, towards a potentially hostile zone, in a rather experimental craft. Yes it was top of the line, cutting edge technology, but on the other hand the reliability of the systems was still in doubt. This, added with the lack of battle testing, could leave the craft in a rather complicated situation with no chance of back up of any kind. But it was needed, and there was little option there.
But they were X-COM.
Commander Rene Bastough, the mission commander, like most of his crew had been preparing for this mission for the past five years. Knowing what was truly at stake here, it also implied that there was no room for errors and definitely no second chances. He knew and had worked with most of the core crew for the better part of the past five years, and while most of them where highly capable, most also lacked real combat experience. The fact that X-COM itself had seen no combat action in the last decade was mainly responsible for this, but still, it was a matter for concern. No training, no drill can even begin to imitate the realities of a combat. They were being sent alone, to scout ahead, to prove to a measure what the X-Command, X-COM High Command to the uninitiated, had been insisting for the past decade; that the Micronoid threat was still an active danger to mankind, if not to the universe.
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The Command Bridge was one of the most heavily armored and protected areas of the Starlance, second only to the engineering main. Unlike some old sci- fi stories would show, the bridge was several decks from the outside hull and it was neither dark, nor badly lit. It was relatively small, true, but it was as big as required. A circular design with one access point, though several emergency hatches, with the senior stations arranged through out its perimeter, each of them built onto a small depression.
The exception to this was the command station, located near the center and slightly to the right of the bridge, which was slightly higher, surrounded with a perimeter wall barely half a meter in height, and a couple of access points toward the front. Designers had included that particularity, to be used as a defensive point against potential raiders, or a last line for a far grimmer situation. And despite the purification plants, the bridge still smelled new.
"All systems green."
Well this was show time, thought Rene Bastough, lowering the safety harness of his chair, as the crew went on with the final checklist.
"Engineering reports shifter in stand-by."
"Opening a commlink to the X-Command,"
The main screen in Bastough's console was filled with the face of a Caucasian woman with blonde-white hair and brown eyes. Nora Varnek was her name, but most in X-COM referred to her as Commander or Commander in Chief. To put it simply, she was the boss. While out of place in the comm station, it wasn't any day a ship prepared to leave towards the literary unknown. Odds were that she was sending them to their deaths, but it was all part of the job.
In his best command voice Commander Bastough started speaking.
"This is Commander Rene Bastough ac-53121b, requesting authorization to initiate Wanderer mission."
"This is Commander in Chief Varnek, ac-52425a, Wanderer mission is a go. Good luck to you and your men Commander, you'll probably need it. X- Command out," and with that the screen returned to be filled by the X-COM's logo
"All pressure doors closed and checked."
"You heard our boss," Rene then looked towards the comm officer. "Patch me to the PA system."
"Sure boss," the woman manning the senior comm station lazily replied while she complied with the order.
"All personnel in combat stations," informed a voice from off to the side. In the background the final list continued.
All in all, Commander Bastough was not into long speeches, or speeches of any kind, but it was something that was expected of the situation. "This is commander Bastough, we are about to initiate the shifter activation. Ladies and gentlemen we are about to make history. That is all." Although internally Bastough was wondering if they'd live to see it.
"Initiating activation sequence."
"Initiating final countdown ten..." "Nine." "Eight."
"Power build up has reached safety borderline."
"Seven." "Six." "Five." "Four."
"Modulation set to target."
"Three." "Two."
"Shifter active."
"One..."
And in a second all went white, which was strange. Those on board that had been part of the raiding teams back in the war knew what the effect of the gates was and expected something similar, and in part they were correct. This wasn't how it should have been.
Of course, there was no real time to argue, or complain, it was very fast, and oblivion unforgiving.
****
The first thing Matias Alaris felt was his face against his battle armors helmet. It took him a while just to focus on the sensors of the armor, even though the action was a reflex, and that in itself aptly demonstrated just how he felt; completely dizzy, tired and with a headache the size of an Overspawn. Standing up was an adventure on its own, a quick and relatively simple one, but an adventure none the less, and the ships artificial gravity was as relentless and unforgiving as the planeside one.
He had secured himself in one of the corridor's hard points that had been designed as a safe point for personnel in the case the ship had to do an emergency hyperspace jump. It was part of the precautions taken, having a small compliment of battle ready soldiers prepared and on stand by, stationed throughout the ship in the intersections of the corridors and other key points
Apparently the restrains hadn't been tested enough, since somehow they (well his) gave way, and his armored self was literally tossed like a rag doll. That was the strange part. He had been briefed that the use of the shifter was not like 'jumping' through the gates. The ship actually passed through the interdimensional space, while the gates were more of a polished two way line, that twisted normal space through interdimensional space. It did not explain why a five ton resistant restraint had given away so easily, considering that his battle armor was nowhere near one ton (250 kg actually). He was friends with the Noriko girl from the science compliment, perhaps, she could explain it. Of course it was also a reason to see her.
But he had to get to the bridge, and fast. It was his duty as the commander of the military personnel of the mission, and this position had warranted his promotion to colonel, and with a whole lot of responsibilities included. It also meant that he was in the secondary order of battle, but this was a Wanderer mission regulation, not X-COM's. Of course, there were always ways to go around a reg; but right now that didn't matter. It was obvious that something went wrong, and of the two choice locations to find out what exactly what that was, the main bridge was the closest one.
****
To say the bridge was in chaos was an understatement. Most of the power was out, and only the emergency lights and a few of the stations systems where still in working order. Bastough's harness seemed to have fared better than that of Colonel Alaris,' but even so, he still had a choice word or two about the efficiency of the harness system.
Most of the senior crew was unconscious at their stations, being helped by the security detail. It was going to be a long day.
****
"And you suggest we abort? You have no idea of what you are saying!" the chief engineer, Miram Sakayori barked
"I know very well what I'm suggesting. We are right now very screwed up; one third of our crew is unconscious, not to mention the fact that about twenty of our best psykers are downright comatose. This WAS NOT supposed to happen! Hell it never happened in the prototypes!" Colonel Alaris paused, in an effort to try to calm himself down. Losing patience was not going to help his case.
"More importantly, the pulse damaged the ships neural net, and you of all people would know how badly that'll affect the ship's abilities."
"Don't try to tell me," Miriam angrily pointed at herself. "What is or isn't about this ship!" she then moved closer to him and looked dead onto his eyes. Her ship was her pride; some would even say her child, but not aloud nor near her. It was just not healthy.
Commander Bastough had remained silent through most of the meeting. As captain of the ship and commander of the mission, he had certain guidelines, but this mission in particular redefined most of the standard manual of operations. He had to trust his men, and they had to trust him, starting the mission this way was a bad omen. But he had his priorities, X- COM did too.
"There is too much at stake to even consider it," he calmly stated and paused awaiting the maelstrom.
"What the..." Colonel Alaris quickly caught up with his mouth "SIR?!" however the surprise was equally mirrored by most of the command crew.
"We cannot return empty handed to the senate," Rene looked towards his head scientist "Duerio... I want a report on the shifter and what the hell happened back there."
"Will do," the elderly scientist calmly responded. Vitorio Duerio was one of X-COM's oldest and most experienced scientists, a person capable of remaining calm and centered even in the worst of situations.
"Commander? You think is wise for us..." Colonel Alaris tried once more.
"Colonel Alaris, I'm afraid that that decision would have very negative repercussions. We cannot just give up by something as small as that." Though Matias Alaris was probably right, it wasn't as if that alternative was in any way viable, or else there was the risk of the senate scrubbing the project.
"Miriam," he continued in his cool demeanor, looking towards his chief engineer. "I need estimates of repairs... I'll set priorities once I have the reports." She nodded lightly at her commander.
"But Rene! How are we going to operate..." started the ship's CAG (commander air group), Pieter Long, in an effort to support Alaris. It was simple; the both of them had the responsibility for their personnel, while Bastough had overall responsibility. While this was definitely not a democracy, their opinions weighted somewhat, but it seemed that in this particular situation it didn't weigh all that much. But he still had to try
"Commander, this is Chambers, err sir... better get back up here quick." And as simple as that the meeting was ended.
****
We could say that a man who had fought his way through any of the alien wars had seen pretty much everything. Rene Bastough was a veteran of the last war and had seen his fare share of strange and disturbing experiences, from the insidious brainsuckers to the towering Overspawns. The latter had inadvertently caused a rather unexpected revival of the giant monster genre, as the Sensovision corporation could not (and would not) lose a chance as potentially lucrative as that one.
The Earth look-alike (there were still doubts as to how much of a parallel earth it was and with most of his science team working on the shifter, that was going to have to wait... or not) was probably one of the largest surprises he had ever experienced. Parallel earths had been reviewed by X- Command as something possible but unlikely, after all there was just a very faint chance of that happening, 0.00000001 % more or less. Right, he just had to think it in that way. If anything, X-COMers were profound Murphists, that is to say they tended to took Murphy's law as some sort of gospel.
"What the..."
In the window there was an... Overspawn? No it was too humanoid for that, the skin and pigmentation were all wrong and way too smooth... but it was fighting a similar purple creature, or was it some sort of synthetic construct? It looked rather shiny and smooth.... still it had way to many animalistic features, like the teeth, to be such.... and then as the purple figure landed on top of the other more irregular creature, a blinding flash filled the "screen" but once it had died out, amongst the devastation the purple clad creature still stood. There were many things going all at once in the Commander's mind... the biggest one was that the mission parameters had suddenly changed
"When the hell did this happen?
"I thought it was a practical joke; that is until I picked up the energy signature of the blast," finished Chambers pale as chalk.
The rest of the bridge crew where in a similar state... this was a most ominous beginning for the mission.
Oh yeah, a long day indeed.
****
Meanwhile on earth, beneath the Fortress city of Tokyo-3, in a massive bunker beneath the Geofront, a science team was reviewing the sensor data of the battle that had taken a few hours ago.
"Saoko?" Tanikawa Junichi tentatively called for his superior, as tired as he was, he was still not quite believing his eyes.
"Yes?" Kitamura Saoko was not in a good mood. They had been already working double shifts due to the lack of personnel when the alert came. By then she was exhausted, both mentally and physically and wanted to get the preliminary analysis done with it ASAP, and not just because of the deadline they were facing. It should be noted that their section chief was a merciless taskmaster, but mostly because she needed to get out, out of the base and more importantly the Geofront.
"I think you better take a look at this."
"What about it?" she asked in a bored tone.
"Look," his assistant said pointing at his screen.
In the screen the pattern variation was seen fluctuating. For a split second it was seen to rise up beyond the scale in the whole spectrum, before dropping back to background.
"So? That is at 1732, must be the N2."
"No, it isn't, I thought so too at first, but the time is wrong and the pattern is very different, I was at the test sites. But that's not it."
"What then?"
"Check the sensor map... see? It is not coming from there; actually, it isn't coming from anywhere local." Saoko's face was drained of all its color; this was not good, actually it was bad, very bad.
"I... I think the Sub-Commander has to see this," she stated while trying to remain calm
"I agree, go call him, I'll try to triangulate in the meantime," responded Junichi while he went back to his station. As long as he concentrated on the problem, he was not going to think about the possible repercussions.
It was going to be a very long day.
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Well, that's for now, I think I am going to drop this chapter here, there are a few scenes that might just be revised in the future. But without any feedback it has become very hard for me to progress any further (at all?) oh yeah, and uh... please apologies for the grammar, I am still looking for pre readers or proof readers.
A big thanks goes to Ezstarius who did the pre reading for this.
This fic is still in beta status. Regretfully I am in dire need of feedback, and pre readers so I am publishing this. I'd appreciate any sort of comment or advice that can be given on the fic. On any case the crossover should get in 'full gear' as to speak in the next chapter
*****
Chapter one - The First Step forward
The first of the Starlance class cruiser, the Starlance itself, disturbed the emptiness of LaGrange point five of the earth sun system. The stable point was chosen as the first leg in the ships journey for many reasons, though mainly because it was out of the way. The science team could probably add their own share of reasons, far more pertinent and most probably incomprehensible to those without a degree in science.
The Starlance was a formidable starship, designed to withstand not only the hard and extreme conditions of space, but also a mission which would be far more demanding. It was also the first ship of the so called Wanderer project, the first fully manned mission operational ship. It was a big step up from the automated probes, or the small scale exploration barge fitted with the "shifter" that had been used as the final test of the dimensional shifter device.
In the hopes of gaining a better understanding of the inter-dimensional space, and as part of a massive effort to determine the magnitude of the Micronoid threat, those were the basic guidelines of the mission. It could be considered a scientific expedition, at least by the Senate, but the true power of the disrupter weapons and antimatter missiles (whilst scarce for a ship of its tonnage), not to mention the ship's small compliment of assault craft, spoke differently.
Theirs was a very difficult mission, probably even suicide by some standards. They were going at it alone, towards a potentially hostile zone, in a rather experimental craft. Yes it was top of the line, cutting edge technology, but on the other hand the reliability of the systems was still in doubt. This, added with the lack of battle testing, could leave the craft in a rather complicated situation with no chance of back up of any kind. But it was needed, and there was little option there.
But they were X-COM.
Commander Rene Bastough, the mission commander, like most of his crew had been preparing for this mission for the past five years. Knowing what was truly at stake here, it also implied that there was no room for errors and definitely no second chances. He knew and had worked with most of the core crew for the better part of the past five years, and while most of them where highly capable, most also lacked real combat experience. The fact that X-COM itself had seen no combat action in the last decade was mainly responsible for this, but still, it was a matter for concern. No training, no drill can even begin to imitate the realities of a combat. They were being sent alone, to scout ahead, to prove to a measure what the X-Command, X-COM High Command to the uninitiated, had been insisting for the past decade; that the Micronoid threat was still an active danger to mankind, if not to the universe.
****
The Command Bridge was one of the most heavily armored and protected areas of the Starlance, second only to the engineering main. Unlike some old sci- fi stories would show, the bridge was several decks from the outside hull and it was neither dark, nor badly lit. It was relatively small, true, but it was as big as required. A circular design with one access point, though several emergency hatches, with the senior stations arranged through out its perimeter, each of them built onto a small depression.
The exception to this was the command station, located near the center and slightly to the right of the bridge, which was slightly higher, surrounded with a perimeter wall barely half a meter in height, and a couple of access points toward the front. Designers had included that particularity, to be used as a defensive point against potential raiders, or a last line for a far grimmer situation. And despite the purification plants, the bridge still smelled new.
"All systems green."
Well this was show time, thought Rene Bastough, lowering the safety harness of his chair, as the crew went on with the final checklist.
"Engineering reports shifter in stand-by."
"Opening a commlink to the X-Command,"
The main screen in Bastough's console was filled with the face of a Caucasian woman with blonde-white hair and brown eyes. Nora Varnek was her name, but most in X-COM referred to her as Commander or Commander in Chief. To put it simply, she was the boss. While out of place in the comm station, it wasn't any day a ship prepared to leave towards the literary unknown. Odds were that she was sending them to their deaths, but it was all part of the job.
In his best command voice Commander Bastough started speaking.
"This is Commander Rene Bastough ac-53121b, requesting authorization to initiate Wanderer mission."
"This is Commander in Chief Varnek, ac-52425a, Wanderer mission is a go. Good luck to you and your men Commander, you'll probably need it. X- Command out," and with that the screen returned to be filled by the X-COM's logo
"All pressure doors closed and checked."
"You heard our boss," Rene then looked towards the comm officer. "Patch me to the PA system."
"Sure boss," the woman manning the senior comm station lazily replied while she complied with the order.
"All personnel in combat stations," informed a voice from off to the side. In the background the final list continued.
All in all, Commander Bastough was not into long speeches, or speeches of any kind, but it was something that was expected of the situation. "This is commander Bastough, we are about to initiate the shifter activation. Ladies and gentlemen we are about to make history. That is all." Although internally Bastough was wondering if they'd live to see it.
"Initiating activation sequence."
"Initiating final countdown ten..." "Nine." "Eight."
"Power build up has reached safety borderline."
"Seven." "Six." "Five." "Four."
"Modulation set to target."
"Three." "Two."
"Shifter active."
"One..."
And in a second all went white, which was strange. Those on board that had been part of the raiding teams back in the war knew what the effect of the gates was and expected something similar, and in part they were correct. This wasn't how it should have been.
Of course, there was no real time to argue, or complain, it was very fast, and oblivion unforgiving.
****
The first thing Matias Alaris felt was his face against his battle armors helmet. It took him a while just to focus on the sensors of the armor, even though the action was a reflex, and that in itself aptly demonstrated just how he felt; completely dizzy, tired and with a headache the size of an Overspawn. Standing up was an adventure on its own, a quick and relatively simple one, but an adventure none the less, and the ships artificial gravity was as relentless and unforgiving as the planeside one.
He had secured himself in one of the corridor's hard points that had been designed as a safe point for personnel in the case the ship had to do an emergency hyperspace jump. It was part of the precautions taken, having a small compliment of battle ready soldiers prepared and on stand by, stationed throughout the ship in the intersections of the corridors and other key points
Apparently the restrains hadn't been tested enough, since somehow they (well his) gave way, and his armored self was literally tossed like a rag doll. That was the strange part. He had been briefed that the use of the shifter was not like 'jumping' through the gates. The ship actually passed through the interdimensional space, while the gates were more of a polished two way line, that twisted normal space through interdimensional space. It did not explain why a five ton resistant restraint had given away so easily, considering that his battle armor was nowhere near one ton (250 kg actually). He was friends with the Noriko girl from the science compliment, perhaps, she could explain it. Of course it was also a reason to see her.
But he had to get to the bridge, and fast. It was his duty as the commander of the military personnel of the mission, and this position had warranted his promotion to colonel, and with a whole lot of responsibilities included. It also meant that he was in the secondary order of battle, but this was a Wanderer mission regulation, not X-COM's. Of course, there were always ways to go around a reg; but right now that didn't matter. It was obvious that something went wrong, and of the two choice locations to find out what exactly what that was, the main bridge was the closest one.
****
To say the bridge was in chaos was an understatement. Most of the power was out, and only the emergency lights and a few of the stations systems where still in working order. Bastough's harness seemed to have fared better than that of Colonel Alaris,' but even so, he still had a choice word or two about the efficiency of the harness system.
Most of the senior crew was unconscious at their stations, being helped by the security detail. It was going to be a long day.
****
"And you suggest we abort? You have no idea of what you are saying!" the chief engineer, Miram Sakayori barked
"I know very well what I'm suggesting. We are right now very screwed up; one third of our crew is unconscious, not to mention the fact that about twenty of our best psykers are downright comatose. This WAS NOT supposed to happen! Hell it never happened in the prototypes!" Colonel Alaris paused, in an effort to try to calm himself down. Losing patience was not going to help his case.
"More importantly, the pulse damaged the ships neural net, and you of all people would know how badly that'll affect the ship's abilities."
"Don't try to tell me," Miriam angrily pointed at herself. "What is or isn't about this ship!" she then moved closer to him and looked dead onto his eyes. Her ship was her pride; some would even say her child, but not aloud nor near her. It was just not healthy.
Commander Bastough had remained silent through most of the meeting. As captain of the ship and commander of the mission, he had certain guidelines, but this mission in particular redefined most of the standard manual of operations. He had to trust his men, and they had to trust him, starting the mission this way was a bad omen. But he had his priorities, X- COM did too.
"There is too much at stake to even consider it," he calmly stated and paused awaiting the maelstrom.
"What the..." Colonel Alaris quickly caught up with his mouth "SIR?!" however the surprise was equally mirrored by most of the command crew.
"We cannot return empty handed to the senate," Rene looked towards his head scientist "Duerio... I want a report on the shifter and what the hell happened back there."
"Will do," the elderly scientist calmly responded. Vitorio Duerio was one of X-COM's oldest and most experienced scientists, a person capable of remaining calm and centered even in the worst of situations.
"Commander? You think is wise for us..." Colonel Alaris tried once more.
"Colonel Alaris, I'm afraid that that decision would have very negative repercussions. We cannot just give up by something as small as that." Though Matias Alaris was probably right, it wasn't as if that alternative was in any way viable, or else there was the risk of the senate scrubbing the project.
"Miriam," he continued in his cool demeanor, looking towards his chief engineer. "I need estimates of repairs... I'll set priorities once I have the reports." She nodded lightly at her commander.
"But Rene! How are we going to operate..." started the ship's CAG (commander air group), Pieter Long, in an effort to support Alaris. It was simple; the both of them had the responsibility for their personnel, while Bastough had overall responsibility. While this was definitely not a democracy, their opinions weighted somewhat, but it seemed that in this particular situation it didn't weigh all that much. But he still had to try
"Commander, this is Chambers, err sir... better get back up here quick." And as simple as that the meeting was ended.
****
We could say that a man who had fought his way through any of the alien wars had seen pretty much everything. Rene Bastough was a veteran of the last war and had seen his fare share of strange and disturbing experiences, from the insidious brainsuckers to the towering Overspawns. The latter had inadvertently caused a rather unexpected revival of the giant monster genre, as the Sensovision corporation could not (and would not) lose a chance as potentially lucrative as that one.
The Earth look-alike (there were still doubts as to how much of a parallel earth it was and with most of his science team working on the shifter, that was going to have to wait... or not) was probably one of the largest surprises he had ever experienced. Parallel earths had been reviewed by X- Command as something possible but unlikely, after all there was just a very faint chance of that happening, 0.00000001 % more or less. Right, he just had to think it in that way. If anything, X-COMers were profound Murphists, that is to say they tended to took Murphy's law as some sort of gospel.
"What the..."
In the window there was an... Overspawn? No it was too humanoid for that, the skin and pigmentation were all wrong and way too smooth... but it was fighting a similar purple creature, or was it some sort of synthetic construct? It looked rather shiny and smooth.... still it had way to many animalistic features, like the teeth, to be such.... and then as the purple figure landed on top of the other more irregular creature, a blinding flash filled the "screen" but once it had died out, amongst the devastation the purple clad creature still stood. There were many things going all at once in the Commander's mind... the biggest one was that the mission parameters had suddenly changed
"When the hell did this happen?
"I thought it was a practical joke; that is until I picked up the energy signature of the blast," finished Chambers pale as chalk.
The rest of the bridge crew where in a similar state... this was a most ominous beginning for the mission.
Oh yeah, a long day indeed.
****
Meanwhile on earth, beneath the Fortress city of Tokyo-3, in a massive bunker beneath the Geofront, a science team was reviewing the sensor data of the battle that had taken a few hours ago.
"Saoko?" Tanikawa Junichi tentatively called for his superior, as tired as he was, he was still not quite believing his eyes.
"Yes?" Kitamura Saoko was not in a good mood. They had been already working double shifts due to the lack of personnel when the alert came. By then she was exhausted, both mentally and physically and wanted to get the preliminary analysis done with it ASAP, and not just because of the deadline they were facing. It should be noted that their section chief was a merciless taskmaster, but mostly because she needed to get out, out of the base and more importantly the Geofront.
"I think you better take a look at this."
"What about it?" she asked in a bored tone.
"Look," his assistant said pointing at his screen.
In the screen the pattern variation was seen fluctuating. For a split second it was seen to rise up beyond the scale in the whole spectrum, before dropping back to background.
"So? That is at 1732, must be the N2."
"No, it isn't, I thought so too at first, but the time is wrong and the pattern is very different, I was at the test sites. But that's not it."
"What then?"
"Check the sensor map... see? It is not coming from there; actually, it isn't coming from anywhere local." Saoko's face was drained of all its color; this was not good, actually it was bad, very bad.
"I... I think the Sub-Commander has to see this," she stated while trying to remain calm
"I agree, go call him, I'll try to triangulate in the meantime," responded Junichi while he went back to his station. As long as he concentrated on the problem, he was not going to think about the possible repercussions.
It was going to be a very long day.
*****
Well, that's for now, I think I am going to drop this chapter here, there are a few scenes that might just be revised in the future. But without any feedback it has become very hard for me to progress any further (at all?) oh yeah, and uh... please apologies for the grammar, I am still looking for pre readers or proof readers.
A big thanks goes to Ezstarius who did the pre reading for this.
