A/N A few complications came up while writing this chapter. It seems notepad didn't accept the length of the story I was writing because it was way too long, so here we are, with half a chapter lol. This is part 1 of 2, they are slightly short of course. The second part will come out shortly since it is almost already finished :)
Rebirth of the Evangelion
"Delta 419, what's your status?"
"Delta 419 here, on steady approach."
"Groups Alpha, Beta and Charlie, position?"
"All ships in position, drop procedures in 18."
"Status of target?"
"They'll never know what hit them."
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Trieze Kushrenada sat alone in his private office. It was pleasant there, he thought, he could monitor all the actions of his organization through the computer terminal built into his desk. He could practically take total control over his organization through his desk terminal, but it had different uses at the moment.
He was just going to put it into use when he was interrupted by the familiar general who had been talking to him a lot recently. Trieze hid his frustration well at being interrupted as the general walked through the doors to his office and stood before his desk. Though, he did had enough nerve to be spoken to before speaking.
"What is it general?" Trieze asked slightly tiredly, looking up at him.
"Sir, I just heard what had happened. I need to make sure this is no joke."
Trieze sighed at this. He didn't want to go over it again, but he had no reason to ignore the general's plight. "I know what you may have heard and it's all entirely correct. I have sent out our new pilot in her 'Eva'. She will combat the threat which is approaching."
"B-but, sir, what about our forces? You will not even apply any backup?"
"There will be no need. I trust the members of my organization; and I most certainly trust her. If she is not worthy of my trust, then there will be some extremely painful consequences attending her." The general contained a shudder at the tone of Trieze's voice when he said this, but he still had questions:
"Sir, what if she-..."
"We have already hooked up our own meager power source to it and we can easily dispose of that if she turns on us. In any case though, it is just a precaution. I will not waste my forces needlessly, we will now be able to find out just how powerful this weapon is when it does not incorporate a timelimit set on it."
The general nodded and backed away. "Understood sir." He then left the room.
Trieze let out a breath and reopened his computer terminal to look at the progress being made. He was just in time to see the entry plug screw itself into the giant beast and lock itself in place. The scientists all reported that the system uplinks were nominal. Trieze smiled at this as he leant back in his chair.
"Let's see what she can do..." His attention was pulled away from his current line of thought when another comm mesage came through. He sighed and answered: "What is it?"
"Yes sir, the EWG still hasn't been tested. We moved up it's production schedule up by 18 days, but its pushing it now. Do you really want us to..."
"I gave you my orders. We have an exellent specimen to use it on. If it does not work, then we won't have anything to worry about, understand?"
"Y-yes sir, I will activate the EWG using the Eva as a catalyst. Control out."
Trieze rested back in his chair as he mentally sighed.
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"They have begun the attack."
Duo snapped out of his trance while he was looking through the computer files. "Wha?"
"Listen." There were sirens in the background, though faintly muffled by the solid steel doors protecting the two Gundam pilots. While there were no sounds of fighting, there was a tense silence outside.
"How do you know?"
"The short wave transmission just arrived." Heero brought his small device that looked similar to a pager out. "Your ICCQ should have the same message, our Gundams frequencies are set on the same ones as the colonies mobile suit's frequencies." Duo reached over and grabbed the device out of Heero's hand, he took one look at it and nodded.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here."
"I do not believe so, we can use the cover provided by the battle to sneak into the central complex." Duo looked at Heero stunned for a second, then retaliated.
"What the hell are you thinking? Of course they'll be distracted, but there is no way we can cross a live battle field without some sort of protection!"
"It does not matter, this may be the only-..."
"To hell with that plan Heero. I know we got to this point using your ideas, but stop and think for a second." Duo's words began coming out as a rush. This was too much for him. "There is absolutely no way we can achieve what you are planning. We would do better to try and take on the whole army alone than go out there. I think we should stay here and observe it, that way we'll figure out what's happening and maybe get some good information on what it is Oz is planning. Up until now, we have had no proof that they are indeed building a secret weapon!"
Heero stared very hard at Duo for a long moment. He then slumped his shoulders and put his ICCQ back into his pocket. "Do it your way then, this is going to be the result of your decision."
"Damn right it will Heero, don't try to overstep yourself."
Heero sat down in a chair next to Duo as he pulled up a list of security cameras and other ovservation devices that were accessible from the terminal. Then, they sat back and watched...
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Major George N. Walker landed with the rest of his team in a blinding whirl of bright light. His command Leo easily absorbed the impact as he got it to its feet and took a look around him.
He knew the coordinates were correct, but it still looked wrong. Looking over the other Leo's surrounding him, there was only white snow and rock for as far as he could see. Though, that was understandable, since they chose the attack to be during a huge storm that had just rosen up, hoping to cover their attack.
"Lordy lordy! All I see is white shit out here! I can hardly see the tip of my gun in front of my suit!"
"Shut up O'brians. Everyone, form up!"
The Major quickly counted his squad, twenty in all. He reviewed his designated plan for the mission.
Flashback
"Major Walker."
"Yes Sir."
"Your team will be joining the main attack force on the southern front. You are breifed with the strategy?"
"Understood and no sir."
"Well then, let me explain: we are sending most of our reserves to set an attack on the Oz headquarters. It has taken us nearly six months to find out where it was located and now we will be able to launch a direct strike. There will be almost four hundred Leos and Aries assigned with plenty of artillery and other forms of backup to aid you guys.
"This is a basic mission. Go in, destroy whatever you can, then report the results to us so we can give you further orders, is that clear?"
"Yes sir. But sir, what about the Gundams?"
"What about them?"
"I thought they were going to-..."
"The Gundams are no allies of ours. While our neighboring colonies may think that five upgraded mobile suits will help us, we firmly believe numbers and manpower will be victorious."
"Yes sir."
END OF FLASHBACK
Dammit, George though, we know hardly anything about what we're going to face though. Four hundred mobile suits are a lot, but we don't even know what kind of forces we will be fighting against.
The Major finally sighed. "Okay ladies, we're moving up. I gave you all the info and we have our target, move up until we meet with the rest of the forces, then we can go kill us some hostiles."
There came a chorus of achnowledgements and Walker let a faint smile curl his lips. It always brought him pleasure, knowing the people he was assigned with would have to obey his orders without question in any situation. The collection of huge war machines started their way towards their destination.
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"We have the units on sensors sir!"
"Excellent." Trieze's voice came calmly through his microphone as he watched his computer terminal. "And?"
"It's impressive sir, we've isolated at least 361 seperate entities closing in on our position. There is no doubt by their heat signatures that they are mobile suits. We also have a report of long ranged artillery in the eastern sector, they are probably planning a bombardment as well. I believe they will probably begin a foremost strike on the-..."
"Understood, but I do not need you to tell me your assumptions of the enemy's plan, that is my job."
"Oh, y-yes sir, sorry."
Trieze calmly turned of the intercom and checked his screen again. He watched as the red hues showing the heat of the approaching enemy got closer to the bright and very large dot in the center of the screen, showing his main base.
"General?" Trieze called through the intercom.
The intercom clicked again and another voice came through. "Yes sir?"
"What is the status of the Eva?"
"Well, it seems to have stopped right inside the hangar, I don't know what 'it' or she's waiting for."
Trieze was puzzled for a moment before remembering his orders. "Do not worry, it is accounted for."
"O-okay sir, then I'll..."
"No matter, keep me informed on anything suspicious, continue your work."
"Yes sir."
As he shut off the intercom again, he heard the first explosions far off. Trieze's interest grew as he turned and looked outside the window, facing south. The storm was only begining to clear now, but there was a bit more visiblility than that morning.
"Are you recording all this seargent?"
A voice responded over the intercom at Trieze's question. "I got it all, no worries."
"Excellent, let's see just what she can do...and what our little piece of hardware is capable of."
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"Walker, position?"
"Affirmative, ready."
"Roger, wait for the signal."
The major shut off the direct link with the missions commanding officer and relayed commands to his small group of elite fighters. "Listen up people, the artillery banks have begun their hailstorm of the primary target, if everything goes well we are to be the cleanup crew. Everyone find a position on the ledge overlooking the base immediately. Try and use the storm to give yourselves cover, you may have to crouch since visibility is rising. Understood?"
There was a chorus of acknowledgements and the major himself took a spot on the ledge. Inside the cockpit, he switched first to normal visibility, then to infrared, then to wave-length. There were no heat readings on anything, so the wave-length transmitter was ideal for this kind of situation.
Then the storm almost seemed to completely stop, snow faded out of his view and he changed back to regular vision. George thought he would have a relatively easy time, but of course; life never do seem to go the way it does on paper.
When the first volley of missiles were launched, his life became a whole lot more difficult.
Now, you've seen the first part. the next one will be out shortly...hopefully.
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