disclamer: i dont own Eva, that said i do own this story
notes: well ive got this chapter out early, and its the first time ive had to write a action secuence. anyhow reviews on how ive done a Horrific crime with the story and a lack of undrstanding are welcome, and i hope to get the next bit out in a week or two, injoy...
Thursday 11:50 Tokyo 1, UN's Tryout site.
"Now remember the armour on the Arms has been thinned out, this should increase the reaction speed, but expect the to be a bit of a kick back when you fire."
The team's tech. Sam was yelling at the two pilots. After all these were his babies they were getting scratches on, the pilots as custom rolled their eyes behind the visor's of there helmets and give him a thumbs up before the hatch's of the cockpits swung down incaseing them.
The control set-up was around the chair, panels for the feet and large joysticks for each arm. Some had complained that the set up left the pilots cramped and that the cockpit was too small. But this wasn't an issue for the pilots; they weren't planing on taking passengers for the ride.
It was pitch black for a second, till the digital panels on the inside of the hatch flickered on, flashing white then giving a view as if the thick armoured hatch were made of glass. Digital readouts came online with system specs, terrain analyses and the weapon target systems appearing across the view screen.
In unit 2, com. windows opened. "Patrick you read?" came that voice, commanding, stern, he could tell she was stressed.
"I got your back, just be careful at point, like we practised." He responded lazily.
"Roger."
A second window, opening to show the communication's operator and supervisor, Dorothy, interrupted all conversation. She was pretty, longish blond hair and dressed as far as military uniform would permit.
"Morning Kids" came her usual welcome in a singsong voice.
It was an annoying habit, all the pilots agreed 'Kids' was not a term they liked when addressed in official military communications, but it was one they were used to, it was reassuring in a way.
"Begin secondary start-up procedures." Dorothy continued
"Unit 1 reads normal" came the first voice.
"Batteries at 97 structure reads ok, no problems with digital response AI at 68 operation."
" K Fay you have a green light, Patrick?"
"Batteries at full, and structure ok, so is digital response, but I'm keeping the dam AI at 48."
"Have, you two been arguing again" came Dorothy's sharp reply; "men are so stubborn."
She made a quick glance at her readouts "Ok unit 2 you have a green light, but be aware of delayed response form the restriction of your AI."
"Roger" Patrick sighed.
Misato Kicked back a beer, glancing out at the emobile white T.S. units, she smirked saying "they ant got a chance in hell."
Ritsuko eyed her companion for a moment then smiling to herself she responded lightly "unfortunately they might, those mech might not look it but as far as conventional weaponry goes. Just one of those could lay a decent siege to Tokyo 3."
"WWWHHHAT" Misato was shocked, the units she beheld could not off been more than three storeys high. "But they don't even have A.T. fields."
"Maybe not but they have the latest in conventional terms, their jet packs allow for jumps up from 40 to 50 meters high and the battery life on these smaller units is substantial."
"What else do we know?" Misato quizzed her friend interested to learn more.
"Well we know this is the result by the Mecca Corporation and the military wing of Hamilton industries. Which were commissioned by the UN after the Janalone project fell through,"
"And this poses a threat to NERV?" Misato suddenly spoke up. Ritsuko pondered for a second then in a lighter tone replied.
"Maybe, but the real fuss is in the deal, that Mecca Corp. is providing the prototype units there support teams and equipment to the highest bidder. Before the mass-produced units are bought out by the UN."
"A whole squadron?"
"Yep."
"Dose that mean… were making a bid?" Misato asked, a grin on her face.
"With our pilots resent problems, and the loss of EVA units 3 and 4. This would be a good way to solve our problems." Ritsuko said in answer.
"Well how are they piloted?"
"Some adaptable AI system that reads the pilots actions and move's depending on situation. Mind the AI has been built from the ground up to work with each pilot differently. Other than this we don't know much else about them."
Ray, suddenly flinched, and as far as Misato could recall this was the first move shed made in about half an hour. The two women quickly followed her gaze as announcements started, to look at the T.S. units.
They looked much like a miniature Evangleon, bout 10 meters high, the arms and upper chest looked very similar, the head was much like EVA unit 1's. But the was a large backpack booster attached to the shoulders, and the pilots cockpit was positioned jetting out on the lower torso.
The were two black rods that extended out from the T.S's backpack that looked like battery packs. And seemed to act as balance for the legs that ended in thin hooves. The T.S's also looked to be bulkier and more armoured to the upper leg and chest. And were decked out in the white colouring of the UN.
The only thing that told apart the two units was the way they were armed, one spotting a chain gun, the other a sizeable rifle. The Hatches on both had just slammed down and the T.S's were issuing a low hum…
Dorothy checked her watch, and looked to the operation leader beside her in the control bay. He nodded, glasses flaring in the dim light.
"OK lesson up kids, make a dash for the target test zone, and prepare for assault by automated hostile force being dropped in, don't worry there just firing paint, but your guns are live so mind what you hit."
"Roger" came twin replies.
"You have a GO"
With a roar the units blasted forward towards the mock town, sending up a billowing cloud of dust in their wake.
They seemed to crouch for a second before taking off into a jump, and Slamming down into the centre of town.
The one with a rifle had landed onto of one of the two story buildings, its top floor shattering under the heavy impact, as the unit took up a firing position.
The second had landed in a small open area bout 30 meters away from the first, well in cover, its chain-gun spinning ready.
"WOW SWEET JESUS, there fast!" shouted the excitable Misato, leaning forewords in the stands, peering through her binoculars clearly enjoying the show.
As the dust settled form the T.S's sudden opening, the atmosphere hushed as the was an aircraft sound to be heard from above, and two large black bombers, made a sweep bout 200 meters overhead.
30 odd, Red balls could be made out, falling and lading scattered over the length of the town. Smacking onto the streets and landing on rooftops.
The was a few seconds were the balls unwrapped to reveal crab-like four legged mech's sporting turreted chain-guns, and sizeable containers of ammunition.
Then all hell broke loose.
Bang!
The T.S. with the rifle didn't hesitate to blast one of the red balls of a neighbouring rooftop.
"One" said Patrick calmly,
Quickly followed by "Oh CRAP"
As ten or so chain-guns swirled round and targeted him. He reacted instinctively darting backwards into a jump, the building he was on being plastered moments later by shots.
The jump took him behind, unit 1 and Fay, and landing him behind cover, unharmed.
Meanwhile Fay, blasted down a street,
Slamming into the side of a red crab and holding it pined against a building with a leg, she twisted round to blast another coming in on her right.
Her shots ripped the second crab to shreds, as bullet clips rained out form the chain-gun attached to her arm,
Bouncing of walls and lettering the ground, falling to her feet.
This was what she liked, indeed craved.
This rush, the adrenaline pumping as flashes to her left, warned her of more crabs scuttling into the street.
Patrick was firing, shot after shot, into a building to his left his rifle cutting through the thin walls and slamming shells into the two crabs behind.
One went clean through a crab, seconds later another two blew the legs of its companion.
Patrick darted back as return fire from above nearly court him.
"Shit there fast, well that's six"
Bang.
"Seven"
Bang.
"Eight and nine"
"Hay slacker, give me some dam cover fire!" Yelled Fay over the intercom.
Patrick wheeled round to briefly survey the scene.
Unit 1 seemed to be standing on top of a mound of rubble and a still struggling crab, blasting away at a swarm before her, untouched.
For the audience it was harder to tell with all the smoke the T.S. were kicking up, as more of their continual fire found their targets.
Suddenly, the smoke was blown clear by blast from unit 2's booster as it jumped from cover obscured in the glare of the sun,
It crashed down on a nearby crab and with the rifle tore off a leg; oil gushed out spraying over unit 2 and the street.
Then a blast and the street became an inferno.
The were gasps from the audience, as from the fire ball a roar issued and unit 2 blasted out, down the road, spearing a crab, on the end of a large blade that issued form its left arm.
In the control room, the were yells and cheers from the tech crew, as they were crowded around a monitor witnessing the brawl that unit 2 had started.
The only onlooker not impressed being Sam, who was pulling at his wavy hair and shouting how a unit with a rifle had no need to jump in and make a display of pro wrestling.
Fay paused in her relentless firing to survey the scene with mild annoyance "dam him, that show-off."
She vented her anger on a crab that jumped down form a roof above her, slamming it into the wall with her fist, the was a squeal of gears as she snapped the crab in two. Dust being kicked up as the pieces hit the ground.
The crabs pulled back, laying down heavy fire, only to find the T.S. flanking them, in a narrow road, Patrick dived into the mass his unit still on fire
Quick sweeps of his blade causing havoc as many of the crabs were two close to back away, those that made it out of the bottle neck were cut down by Fay, crouched in a position from a three story block of flats.
The audience sat transfixed as for the next 40 or so seconds as the T.S. butchered the remaining crabs, the last one being shot full of holes before with a dull hum it went silent.
"Fay you ok?" Patrick inquired.
"Fine, no thanks to you." Panted Fay
"Oh come on, I didn't want to spoil your fun, besides I had you're back covered."
"I find that interesting when you dropped your rifle?" Fay accused Patrick who lamely explained.
"It was a dead Wight, and those things don't like it when you get in close," he smirked "the AI said I should keep it, so naturally the were problems."
Fay groaned "you should learn to trust it better, if your response time hadn't been put down u could of got a dam faster lock."
Then looking at his T.S. noted "and you might want to put your self out."
"HOLY CHIST" Misato exhaled.
"That was quite a show," Ritsuko said nodding.
"My god, has the grate Doctor finally found something she cant complain about." Misato said with a sly smile.
"You've been drinking to much" Ritsuko retorted, Misato halfway through her next beer spluttered. Ignoring this Ritsuko asked to the young girl beside her
"So Ray did u enjoy the show?"
Ray didn't respond, but as they turned to go her brow was still frowned in concentration mouth slightly open, as she looked back towards the T.S. and the now exiting pilots.
Sam wasted no time and shouted at the pilots the moment the hatches opened. As the pilots clambered down to meet the cheering tech crew, Sam was nearly hoarse from yelling. This wasn't much of a concern for Fay has she took off the helmet and her long blond hair fell down the back of her pilot suit.
She inhaled deeply breathing in the cooling air, she felt hot and giddy, the rush still hadn't worn off and she wanted a shower. Just then the tech crew parted to show operation leader "congratulations Fay." He said a smile on his lips "we have a offer for the squadron."
"This soon? That's grate news Mr Hamilton, who?"
her smile faded when he said, "NERV."