Disclaimer: I do not own Evangelion or Gundam SEED. I also don't own Noir, but the name sounds good.

Brief Summary: The Archangel is now in the Common Era, smack in the middle of a war between Humans and Angels. Duty to Humanity comes first, going home comes second. Though if they fail, they will have no home.

Updated Summery: A new Angel is moving towards Tokyo-3. After the show of force by Gendo Ikari, the massed forces of ZAFT, OMNI, and Orb, take up orbital positions beyond the range of land missiles, including nuclear weapons. While on Earth, the Big Four decide to ignore NERV and concentrate on destroying SEELE. The official statement is, "Not even those of NERV knew of such treason caused by SEELE and thus remain as our shield." Though the Big Four look to the stars for their sword – correction, swords – of victory.

"Evangelions and Gundams"

Chapter 6

"Dragons of Hope"

ARS Beijing, one of the pickets 200 kilometers out from the fleet, orbiting over African Sahara, 0239 hrs ZULU

"Radar Contact, it's a small shuttle, checking ID and IFF… Confirm Atlantic Federation Shuttle Delta 2-9-1, pilot call sign, Fly Guy," the radar operator reported.

"Ok, make communication contact and follow the usual procedure, we don't want to be reckless now," the Officer of the Watch said.

"Yes sir, Shuttle Delta 2-9-1 this is Red Door, do you copy over?" the radio operator asked.

Static and silence.

"Shuttle Delta 2-9-1 this is Red Door over," he tried again.

Nothing, but static.

"Fly Guy, you awake in there?" he asked.

This time a weak voice answered, "Ambushed… Static… Angel… Static… something… Static… minds… Static."

"Level One General Quarters!" the OFW yelled.

"All ally forces, new Angel confirmed, shuttle Delta 2-9-1 had been intercepted, shuttle on course for the fleet, sending rescue team now," the radio operator alerted the fleet, as klaxons wailed and alarms buzzed with the call to battle.

ZMS Gale Storms, picket 105 km from 3rd Composite Naval Squadron assigned look out over Japan, Stationary orbit over Old Tokyo, 0456 hrs.

"Anything?" the captain asked the CIC officer.

"No, it must be taking its sweet time to get over here, but according to the debriefing of the doctors and nurses from the Hospital ship Graceful, it appears that the shuttle crew and their escorts – who have been found alive, sir – have been mind raped as they put it, but no other defense or offensive capabilities according to intelligence. That at least means that he can shell it without having to worry about it dropping bombs on the planet," she replied.

"Amazing how the planet looks in the Cosmic Era, hardly a scratch from this dreadful war, but I worry," the captain said, and boy did he have every right to be worried.

"Didn't a Natural once say that the human race has its own right to existence, not govern by any other deity and that the mother planet would always call us to shield her from great harm or provide us with an eternal shelter," a female radio operator asked.

"Yes, he was an admiral in fact and commanded the U.N. Space Force commonly referred to as the Independent Fleet. The Independent Fleet flew flags even in space and the flags bore not the symbol of the UN, but a silver dragon surrounding Earth with its wings to protect it from any kind of harm," the captain said.

"Yeah, we can still see such a flag, because some OMNI mobile armor pilot actually had a relative in the Independent Fleet, until they were wiped out when the Junuis Seven had been destroyed, she was there and recovered the tattered flag and re-sown it, in fact, the Archangel is flying the flag," said a male radar technician.

"I wonder what they were like, the Independent Fleet… and when were they formed," said another female tech.

"All ships go to Level Two Alert Status. Repeat all ships go to Level Two Alert Status."

"You heard the woman, all hands Level Two Alert Status," the captain ordered.

"Aye, aye sir!" the bridge crew chorused.

Tokyo-3, Japan, 4th District High School: New Dawn Sunshine (so sue me if ya don't like the name, I ain't Japanese in any bit, pure European descent, but born in California.)

"Thank you for accepting the position as our new teacher, Ms. Artemis," the principal was very happy, he had every right to be.

"Yes, I understand that the previous teacher had been injured when one of the defense batteries had been utterly destroyed by the last Angel, please send him my regards and wishes for a rapid recovery," Ms. Artemis stated.

"Yes I will and thank you very much. Though I'm afraid that four of your students will have to leave every now and then. They are unfortunately the pilots of the EVAs, though if I had my way, they wouldn't be," he stated angrily.

"Yes, I agree, the battlefield is hard enough on us adults, for children, I don't even want to think about it," she replied.

"Yes, oh, and one other thing, actually two, Hakari Horaki is the class representative for Class-2A and she sometimes is at odds with one or two of the students at any give time, nothing much, same two at that, and the previous teacher really never got away from 2nd Impact, I hope you can teach them something better," he said.

"How about Shakespeare and Age of the Country at War, the American Civil War, the War of Reformation, Sun Tzu writings, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Geometry, Orbital alignments of the planets, the Roman Empire, the Meiji Era, and anything else to get their minds off the impending next attack, if there is one," Ms. Artemis replied.

"There is always a next one and that sounds like a plan Ms. Artemis, thank you," the principle replied.

They walked in silence passing students going to their morning classes. The students giving the new teacher some looks that ranged from surprise and shock to envy (female students) and lust (male students). There was the new teacher they heard they were going to get, but she wasn't Japanese! She was of European descent, many thinking of Germany. Then she and the principle went into one of the classrooms and the class rep. was still.

"Ummm…." Was all Hakari could get out.

"Class! To Attention!" the principle called.

The students went to their desks almost faster than light, almost, and went silent.

"This is your new teacher, Ms. Joanne Artemis, she's new to our fair city, but she has many raving reviews about her abilities at teaching you. Now before you think she's European, she's American, the previous district she was in was devastated due to SEELE weapons tests. Please show her the respect that is expected, that is all," he said and left.

"I will begin by calling roll, but what time does class officially begin?" Ms. Artemis asked.

"Oh-eight-thirty-five, in ten minutes ma'am," Kensouke answered.

"Thank you," she replied, "but knock off the military talk in class; this isn't West Point Military Academy."

A hand went up.

"Yes?"

"West Point Military Academy?" asked a female student with sandy chocolate brown hair, jade green eyes, a small, but prominent face with small full red (lipstick, cheery red) lips and a small nose, name, Renko Fujigawa.

"The U.S. Army's former major defense line during the Revolutionary War of – officially – 1776–1781 AD, now its their OCS, or Officer Candidate School. That's where all the US Army's officers receive formal training as military officers, you just don't expect them to automatically know everything there is to being an officer of soldiers and a leader of men," Ms. Artemis said.

Another hand went up.

"Yes?"

"Officially from 1776 to 1781 AD?" asked a young boy, that we all know and love (well, maybe not love), Kensouke.

"Many actually say that the official rebellion started as early as 1774, but most agreed that the actual shooting in large numbers and battles didn't start until 1775, but with the official Declaration of Independence in 1776, that's where the majority say the war truly began," she replied.

The bell rang just as five students barreled their way through the doorway and went sliding across the floor as they fell. Two girls had been among the group and they ended wedged between the three boys, but they weren't wedged in any decent matter.

"Did I not inform you that we would, collectively, be late to home room?" a girl with sky blue hair, ruby red eyes, small face with a small nose said from the door way.

"Shut…murph… up… argh… wonder… eek… girl… slap!" a voice said from the pile.

The blue hair girl gave a sigh, and the class seemed to recoil from shock, but they hadn't time to recover when…

"Asuka, you landed with your lower half in the air and your skirt has fell downward revealing your red panties," the girl said.

The pair of legs with said article of clothing stopped moving and cursing and prayers in German could be heard.

"And Kagome landed the same way with and the whole class can see her… her… 'I love Kensouke' underwear," the blue hair girl blushed.

(Author's note: Not Kagome Higarushi from Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale.)

The other pair of legs stopped, the whole class sat stunned and Kensouke was trying hard to make himself as invisible as possible. The clearing of the throat got everyone's attention.

"If you five will hold a moment, and Ms. Ayanami, would you please close the door, Ms. Horaki close the blinds," Ms. Artemis said as she moved to untangle the pile of students, as the two girls did as instructed.

After a few minutes, Shinji Ikari was pulled out of the mess, redder than a tomato and at the same time, paler than snow white. He also has the outline of two hand prints and was currently out like a light.

"Help you two," she looked at two boys in the front.

The two carried Shinji over to an open window where he started to come around.

Next Ms. Artemis pulled out Kagome Matsumura, her shirt was torn a little, revealing that she was not the flat chested girl that her class mates had thought and raising her status AND Kensouke's a couple levels.

"Mister Kensouke, since she's YOUR girlfriend, lend her your coat," Ms. Artemis instructed.

Kagome was still very much conscience and alert and blushed at the remark.

Next she pulled another boy, knowing who it was.

"Will you ever learn Nicol to just be yourself," she sighed.

"Sorry ma'am," he apologized.

"Nearly having you killed in that battle and now here you are pushing your luck, don't," she chaste with a small smile.

"Yes ma'am," he smiled.

"Go on," she said and finished with the last two.

"Nice going demon!" the boy yelled.

"Shut UP Jock!" Asuka yelled back.

"Table it both of you!" Ms. Artemis shouted at the two.

The two looked up and saw her. Once again, just like in the hallway, the class was split on what they were seeing. The boys were in the middle of fantasies and the girls were mumbling about how she was stacked with long brown hair to down to her shoulders and soft, but right now, piecing red eyes. She had a large face with a prominent nose and full lips that neither large nor small, not even average, but just right. Her slim figure could rival Asuka and Shinji's guardian with ease.

She was now looking at Asuka and shaking her head. She picked up a coat, that she knew must belong to one of the boys that fell into the mess and handed it to Asuka.

"Your shirt's torn, put this on and we're sow it later, along with the tears in the boys clothes," she shot a glare at Touji (were you suspecting some other boy) and looked at Nicol and Shinji.

Asuka took the coat, knowing it to be Shinji's, but not telling. The six were then in their seats along with the three others. Class began and they began to study about Ancient Japan. The students couldn't be happier, no mention of Second Impact.

A few hours later, the sound of the bell for lunch sounded and all, but five, students left for lunch outside, while the said five went to stand next to Ms. Artemis's desk. She gave off the feeling of motherly love and compassion throughout the class and had even covered all the NERV cameras and speakers throughout class, though the students didn't know it, but NERV Security did and hated it.

She looked them over and shook her head.

"Three of the four pilots of NERV and two bystanders," she got up and locked the door, closed all the blinds and walked back to her desk, taking out a LOT of needles and thread.

"Put your clothes on top of my desk and eat your lunch, I should be done before the bell," she stated.

Nicol was the first and he placed them where she could see the tears in thelegs, the crotch, and the seat. She glared at the others and they reluctantly followed suit. Ms. Artemis just shook her head and took her coat off and rolled up her sleeves and started to get to work, when a knock came to the door. She was at it in a split second. She looked out the window, sighed, and opened the door with annoyed expression.

In walked Kensouke, Hakari, Rei, and Renko. They each came in with tears in their clothes. Another teacher, which one the students didn't know, was talking with Ms. Artemis. They heard a sigh from Ms. Artemis and she said her thanks and closed and locked the door then stared at the four new students.

"Torn articles on my desk, damage where I can see it," she stated.

A snap caused the whole group to turn and she Renko struggling to hold her bra up. Another sigh and she saw they at least had their lunch.

"Let's hurry, or do you want to just sit in your underwear for the rest of the day?" she asked.

She thought she saw them move like the lightning, though Ms. Artemis loaned Renko her coat.

The group now had nine instead of five students, eating lunch in their underwear and Kensouke had chosen to sit next to Kagome, making her blush crimson. She was really big up stairs, at least – in Touji's words that earned him an unidentified flying grade book in his face – D-cup, the group knew she would probably be like Ms. Artemis and Misato in about five years.

Kagome proved self conscience of this, but a light and reassuring squeeze of her hand by Kensouke seemed to help her. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear and she blushed, more from the kiss on her lips than probably what he said.

"Enough you two, after school and off grounds where I will have no power to stop you," Ms. Artemis said, with a conspirotial wink.

"Ms. Artemis, what is your first name again?" asked Rei.

"Joanne, but people just call me Jo," she said with a smile. "They also say I teach like a mother, all caring and understanding, but with no regard for the age or lesson plan."

The group continued to talk and in a short time, Ms. Artemis had finished sowing their clothes up and returned them to each student. That's when Shinji noticed something odd and voiced it.

"Ms. Artemis, are you related to Nicol and/or Rei?" he asked, catching everyone's attention.

"I'm not related to Ms. Ayamani, but as for Mr. Heights, I am his mother, so yes, we are related," she answered.

"Then why the different names?" Kensouke asked.

"My grandparents didn't approve, because mother is a teacher that detests war and my father is an officer of the military," Nicol answered.

"Odd combo, but yeah, I see where that would work, especially since me and Ms. Rep are dating," Touji said after some thought.

The group accepted the explanation just as the bell rang. Ms. Artemis had already unlocked the door and reopened the curtains and blinds. All the children filtered in expecting to see some evidence that their fellows had torn their uniforms, but all they saw were uniforms that didn't even show signs of repair or damage.

"Take your seats and…" Ms. Artemis was interrupted by the school janitor.

"Ms. Artemis! Quick, turn on the television!" he shouted as he passed to another class saying the same thing.

Doing as he said out of curiosity, she turned on the television (TV) to see a special about the Archangel.

"Yesterday, the white battleship Archangel was seen just with in sunken remains of Old Kobe, Japan with its crew up on its deck. The crew was apparently taking the time to get some sunshine and to have some fun around the old ruins. The images you about to see are amateurs and military recordings of the event in which we get a chance to see the great ships crew first hand, as well as others from its mighty space fleet that currently sits beyond the range of all land-based weapons."

The picture changed to men and women from various backgrounds swimming about in the waters immediately around the massive ship and others sunbathing or using the ships suits and mobile pods to go underwater exploring. Two mobile suits could be seen in the immediate foreground standing watch with other teams of two keeping watch at important points to protect the flocking crew members who drew leave. Even wounded could be seen getting some fresh air and sunshine.

One camera focused a group of members having a chicken fight in some of the shallows. A guy with long midnight blue hair, emerald eyes, and bright white skin had a slightly tanned short haired blonde with amber eyes girl wearing a very revealing red and white bikini on his shoulders trying to knock over a guy with brown hair and violet eyes, that was equally tanned as the blonde girl and hair just as long, holding a girl with long pink and baby blue eyes that was whiter than snow. She wore an equally revealing pink bikini and the two guys had red and black shorts respectfully.

There was also a guy that was tanned brown skin with brown eyes and blonde military short hair and he was wearing red shorts with a right green leg. He was holding a brown haired, blue eyed girl wearing a yellow bikini that wasn't too revealing, but left little to the imagination and showed off a little more of her lightly tanned skin in certain areas then the previous two. Next to those two was another couple consisting of a military short silver haired, snow white skin, with blue eyes, and a scar running next to his nose on the right side of his face wearing red shorts as well, but with a blue right leg. The girl had long red hair and blue eyes and had normal colored skin that was slightly tanned. She wore a red and pink bikini that screamed I-am-a-tamed-seductress.

The four continued to play, as the male brunette and pink haired girl defeated the blonde male and his brunette female partner. Both came up laughing, until the girl ducked back into the water and the others had a laugh when pinky showed that during the clash, she had swiped the other's top. She threw it back to her, just the other two couple clashed. They were pretty even until the victorious duo appeared and toppled the four. That earned a gang jump and everyone was laughing. From the appearances of everyone, the average age seemed to range from around 14 years of age to at least 35 years from the appearance of one man missing an arm, a leg, and an eye where the socket had been closed shut by a terrible scar.

Next to the man, a black haired woman with pearly white skin was lounging with her top off, but she was on her stomach – Ms. Artemis promised to give extra homework if the boys didn't control themselves – on hiding her breasts in favor of a sunbath on her white back. She was also wearing a bikini, but it was more conservative than most of the other females, save for those with the same tastes or full body outfits, and the bottoms could be told as white with black stripes.

There was one thing that all had in common; a dragon-planet emblem was upon their swimming suits. It was designed to mimic the US Marines famous Eagle, Globe, and Anchor.

Then the news cut to a live feed and a male news reporter began… well… would do you think… reporting.

"The same group from yesterday is out here once more. According to the military commander of the area, tanks and aircraft have been amassed, but the Archangel gave a show of strength and by having its mobile suits rescue a ship that had run aground, which ironically, is the flagship of the local naval force, the Nimitz-Class aircraft carrier, U.S.S. Nimitz. This has convinced the local commander to keep a fair distance between his troops and the Archangel. Though as can be seen, the crew isn't doing very much, but having a fun time, but as viewers can tell, we are getting closer, hoping they will give us an interview or tells us who they work for. Now we can see a flag flying in the wind from a top the ship's mast, it appears to be a silver dragon protecting the Earth, as the planet is enshrouded behind protective wings and the outline is also done in silver and gold lining."

The reporters got fairly close to the same group that was chicken fighting on the recording, but they were surrounded by others, including a few older adults. Names could be heard being shouted back and forth.

"KIRA STOP!" the brunette girl shouted.

"AHH! KIRA!" the redhead yelled.

"YEAH KIRA CUT IT OUT!" the blonde girl yelled.

"PLEASE KIRA, DO STOP!" the pink haired girl yelled.

"ENSIGN YAMATO STOP THAT AT…AHHH!" the blacked haired woman was suddenly pounced on from behind by the man she was next to the other day, but he seemed to have both arms and legs.

"GOOD WORK KID!" the man shouted.

"ATHRUN!" the blonde girl yelled as she was lifted out of the water by the boy with blue hair.

"AMBUSH!" the blonde boy yelled as the remaining two boys appeared and scooped up their girls, followed by Kira scooping up the pink haired girl.

"Excuse me! I'm Ryo Tsudomaru, a reporter with the Channel Eleven News, can I get an interview with you, the members of the Archangel?" the reported asked.

"I don't see any reason why not, after all, if our pickets didn't chase you off, then you're okay," a man with very long black hair and a kind smile said. "I'm Liam of the Junk Guild's Re.H.O.M.E. crew."

Another male gave his name, "I'm a feared mercenary with the Serpent Tail, Elijah, and that's the boss, Gai," he pointed to a short, dark haired man with eye glasses, who was standing to his full height of at least 6 foot-something.

"I'm Lowe Gear, and there ain't nothing I can't fix or forge!"another said happily.

A female tripped and fell into the water and Lowe had to dive in after her. The two came up, with Lowe already saying words of encouragement, while another female introduced herself and the young woman that fell into the water, "I'm the Professor and that was Kenisouke (sp) who fell into the water."

"Hello, I am Lacus Clyne," said the pink haired very kindly.

"Yamato, Ensign Kira Yamato of the Archangel, and Lacus' fiancé," Kira replied with a level of pride in his voice.

"Cagalli Yula Athha, Kira's twin sister and this is my boy friend Commander Athrun Zala of Zala Team," the blonde girl introduced herself and the blunette.

"Hello, as Cagalli said, I'm Commander Athrun Zala, Commander of the Zala Team" Athrun said.

"Commander Yzak Joule of the Joule Team. As you can guess, I'm the commander of Joule Team and one of the finests aces aboard the Archangel," said the silver head boy.

"Dearka Elsmen, Yzak's best buddy and greatest controller!" the blonde male joked.

"WHAT WAS THAT DEARKA? I can have you thrown in the brig!" Yzak yelled.

"Someone has to keep an eye on you and your temper and I drew the shortest straw," Dearka said.

"THAT TEARS IT!" Yzak exploded.

"While they fight it out, I'm Andy Waltfeld and this lovely lady is Captain Natarle Badgiruel, Captain of the Archangel-Class Assault Carrier Dominion, and on the side note, she can be captain of my dominion anytime. OWW!" Andy yelled.

"ANDY!" Captain Badgiruel started chasing him.

"I'm Sai Argyle, just ignore those two. I'm a Crewman 2nd Class aboard Archangel. Any questions?" Sai appeared from underwater, cleaning his glasses.

"Yes, Ensign Yamato, Captain..." Mr. Tsudomaru was interrupted.

"We're military personnel from the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty, the Oppose Militancy and Neutralize Invasion Enforcer, and the Orb Union National Military. I really can't say this any other way, but we're from the future, where the United Nations was taken out by radical terrorists, that lead to the Bloody Valentine War, with such blood baths such as the 1st and 2nd Battles of Jachin Due, the Battle of Endymion Crater, the Battle of Porta Panama, the Battle of Nova, the Battle of Boaz, the Battle of Joshua, the Three Battles of Victoria Base, and many more. Causalities are roughly somewhere in the 200 millions, including civilians, most infamously, the near 250, 000 from Junuis Seven PLANT-type Space Colony, all killed at that battle, because the terrorists hijacked a ONMI ship and a Nuke which sparked the war on February 14, Cosmic Era 70, hence the name of the war and the reason why."

People around the world were shocked at how causally the boy had said it, but those who saw his figures cleaning his glasses knew it was eating him alive. A war in which of 200 million had died or been wounded. No one even dare to think, save maybe those whose job it was to consider the possibilities, but what was more shocking was the use of the words PLANT-type Space Colony. Humanity had space colonies, some people felt like celebrating, but then again, these people were from the future. So what were their tales?

"What happened and brought you back here to 2015 and what is your calendar date?"

"Cosmic Era 73, roughly 2100's Amino Domino. As to how we came back here, it was probably through the overuse of nuclear arms on both sides. When a war generated by hate occurs, the true facts have a tendency to get mixed up and/or buried under lies and deceit. The war has been a big boost to several groups and their pocket books, but radicalism was taken to all-new high, but we in general, are members of the Clyne Faction, a neutral third party that has joined the war to end it."

"Clyne Faction, as in Lacus Clyne? And why is there so much hate in the future?" asked the reporter.

"I'd rather not say about the latter at the moment, suffice to say there were no noble intensions in it at all, but yes, Lacus Clyne is our leader, her father was assassinated and she assumed control politically and militarily of the Clyne Faction and then joined up with us of the OMNI Enforcer Peace Movement and the remains of the Orb Union National Defense Force. We call ourselves the Triple Ship Alliance, but most people chose to refer to us as the Clyne Faction, something that came right from ZAFT," C2 Argyle said.

"Yet your ship is the Archangel but someone said something about…"

"Yes, there are two hulls from the Archangel-Class. The name shake ship and her sister, completed later and on the moon, Dominion. Both ships are the exact same, except for paint color and electronic offensive and defensive units, namely radar and communications," C2 Argyle said.

"I see, but so are the crews, correct?"

"Yes, that too, but there is also…" C2 Argyle was interrupted.

"LEVEL ONE GENERAL QUARTERS, MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS! SEVEN UNKNOWN EVAS ARE CLOSING IN ON OUR POSITION! REPEAT, LEVEL ONE GENERAL QUARTERS, MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS! SEVEN UNKNOWN EVAS ARE CLOSING FAST ON THIS LOCATION!"

The alert from the ship had personnel running and swimming back to the ship in a bit of mass chaos, but when COM Waltfeld whistled and gained everyone's attention, things changed and everyone was accounted for as the ship prepared for battle.