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'Voices In head'
' thoughts'
"Spoken thoughts"
Neon Genesis Evangelion: Enduring Impact
Author : Sairag
War sucks trust me I know. - Ranger One
Report 2: Repercussion Rescind Restart/Feelings of Cessation
Sea of Humanity; Malaysian Rainforest
201015
1300 hours
In the vast clearing where three pyres of burning aircraft metal lay, a sole man sat on a fallen tree trunk. His ears were still ringing from the confrontation with the four horsemen. It continued to rain heavily in the rainforest. The rain was rapidly pelting the leaves and foliage creating a rhythmic pattern.
Pools of warm refreshing water formed all across the jungle floor. But there was one pool that was different from all the other pools. One could see the ripples that were created from the impacting droplets of water. These ripples would radiate infinitely if it wasn't for the fact that the small waves didn't impact a pair of brown suede boots. These boots were covered in a thick layer of mud that was slowly being washed away with each subsequent drop of rain.
The boots were connected to a pair of legs; those in turn were connected to a torso, a head and a pair of arms. This lone figure sat on a fallen tree with his boots left in the ever forming pool of rain water. His face was down cast, and allowed his helmet to slide forward enough to hide his eyes. His uniform was a digital camouflaged green matching the green and black paint on his face. His weapon of choice was sitting in his drenched lap. He was idly flicking the safety switch back and forth. His mind was else where, replaying the last few images of the encounter in his mind.
'How did it turn out like this? How could they do this to me?' He thought in disbelief
Looking down he kicked the aviator helmets. They spun rapidly before coming to a stop. He already knew what the name tapes on the inner sweat band would say but he wanted not doubts. Glancing down he read each engraving carefully. Confirming his suspicions he felt bile at the back of his throat spreading its sour taste through out his being.
He looked up and took in his surroundings once more. He didn't want to do this, it wasn't him he felt sick. But he had to do this. Promises were made and promises were meant to be kept.
"They betrayed me. But I will not betray her I owe too much, she means too much." Sounding more resolved than before.
He glanced down and looked at his rough hands. His shaking palms were stained with blood; even as the water was quickly washing the crimson fluid away a light tinge remained. He knew he could never be clean again.
Having the urge to calm his nerves, he did some thing he picked up a few years back from Reb Commander. Reaching into his left breast pocket he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Flipping the top open he pulled out the silver Zippo lighter and paused as a thought came to him.
'I am the last.' Looking back down to the open pack he frowned.
"You are the last as well my friend." Putting the damp and slightly bent stick in his mouth he lit it and took a deep breath. Upon exhaling he stared at the smoke intently trying to perform a divination of his fate.
Deciding to get moving, he readjusted his Kevlar helmet from obstructing his view and leaned forward to stand up. Looking at his left hand he noticed the blood had been washed away, then glancing to his right hand he took note of the weapon and gently one last time put the weapon on semi automatic.
"There promises that need to be kept." Then tossed the burnt out cigarette to the ground extinguishing it
Finally standing up he heard his bones creak and protest at the change of positions. 'Exactly how long have I been sitting there?' Stepping forward he readjusted his taccom that had fallen out of his ear and the full blown chatter came into clarity.
"Ranger One what is the situation I repeat Ranger One Come In over!" then static ensued waiting for a small response.
Taking a long deep breath noting the sent of burning fuel and cooked flesh he frowned.
Tapping his ear he began talking. "Delta Company has been ambushed Radio. I am all that remains." He waited for the response to come and listened before he replied.
"I understand but I am currently six miles out side the perimeter of the target!'' He remained silent once more secretly hoping for permission to proceed.
"You are not equipped for a solo raid Ranger One, mission situation has changed. It is SOP sir."
"We have never been so close to the target do you understa-." He replied before he was cut off mid sentence.
"Yes I know but I can do this. I know I can, tell the Commander I will not fail!" His voice was sounding very strained at this point.
"Commanders orders sir." The response came with extra emphasis on the word commanders.
"Understood Radio. Aborting mission. Over" He sighed. Blinking a few times as the sweat and rain drops ran down his face, forming droplets on his eye lashes. He looks up at the magnificent trees and notices they are creaking almost voicing their feelings to those lost.
The rain continued to pound the open clearing where he sat. The rain tried to smother the flames of war, and the flames only burned brighter.
His vision became clouded as his tears fell freely from his heart. Looking back to the battle field he sees the scattered pools of water all around him and remembers.
"I know it is impossible alone, but god damn it why did I have to be so weak?"
"So many lost, they suffer for what I have wrought?"
Slowly the pools of warm water shimmer and begin to slowly change color. He had seen this happen so many times before. First the colors were red then they began to settle down to an orange reddish color.
The lone soldier cried and whispered a word.
"LCL"
Then turned around and saw that the weeping trees now were slowly becoming disfigured as they began to change shape. Their color was no longer a dark chocolate or a lush jade; it too started to change to the primordial ooze known as LCL. The man slowly kneels down to his left boot and brushes the remaining 'soil' off his boot and spies what he was looking for.
Staring at the thin steel object his mouth began moving. "Shinji Ikari 709-15-2015 A Pos Medium None." It all started back then. Then casting a glance to his right hand at the weapon in hand he slowly thumbs the safety switch from semi to safe.
With a few syllables he mumbles some thing. His voice is drowned out as the rain of LCL intensifies and the whole forest continues to melts away. Then he grabs the foul weapon and throws it as far as he can screaming
"Damn AT Field !"
The weapons tumbles in the air spinning wildly as it came crashing down on the wet 'soil' rifle butt first. "Our weapon of choice. God Damn IT!"
Staggering toward his object of anger, the cause of this whole scenario, he kneels once again in front of the god forsaken weapon and sobs. Slowly removing his helmet and placing it on the rifle muzzle, it was a make shift grave for the lives that were lost today. Touching the soil with his stained fingers, the fertile soil slowly began to shift to its original form of LCL.
"I was a child who was forced to be a pawn. But even pawns can be Kinged.
Still kneeling in front of the grave Shinji taps his Taccom. "Shinji Ikari. I am going home." as the forest around him was now gone, dissolved into a vast ocean of LCL. He sighed 'I failed.' Then he himself turned into a ball of LCL and quickly fell back down to earth to join the rest of humanity in the ocean.
Heaven on earth sucks, trust me I know.- Ranger One
End Report 2: Repercussion Rescind Restart/Feelings of Cessation
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