October 20, 1570
When the Entry Wounds were dug into the EVAs, large chunks of flesh were exposed to the elements. Every day, they had to be scrubbed thoroughly with high-proof spirits to keep the infection and stench down [1]. However this process made the entire cockpit smell of alcohol, and it was said that for those truly desperate standing in the Entry Wound for long enough was a decent substitute for beer. The duty of scrubbing went to a rotation of pairs of the Children and other novice monks in Stettin-Drei. Today, the pair assigned to the Trent was Siegfried von Ingolschen and Tomas Socarras.
Tomas couldn't imagine anything less appealing than this duty. It took nearly two hours to do, and it made his hands feel like mush. Even after a year he still couldn't judge how much scrubbing to apply to each square foot. Even once he finished scrubbing, he never felt any sense of accomplishment, just a vague, bland worry that he hadn't scrubbed enough. Really, everything was beginning to become bland. Nothing new had entered his life since Siegfried, and the Croatian sort of faded into the background most of the time so he was easy to forget. Siegfried never talked while he worked except when he was talked to, although Tomas desperately wished he would. Because when he was in the tunnel and no-one was making any noise, it felt like the thing would collapse in on itself and swallow him. He lifted the rag over his face and called to Siegfried, "You know what we should do?"
"What do you mean?" responded Siegfried, his voice muffled under his own rag.
Tomas said, "You can't swim, right?"
"No," Siegfried admitted [2]. Tomas wasn't scrubbing; Siegfried wished he would get back at it so the two of them would be done quicker.
Tomas asked, "After we get done, want me to teach you? We can do it in the Cord."
Siegfried tried to deflect the question by making a noncommittal grunt, but Tomas persisted.
"Come on, you know we'll have time for it," he said.
Siegfried asked, "Why the Cord?"
"One, it's warmer than the seawater," Tomas said. "Two, it's safer than the sea, because we can breathe the water inside. Three, we're already here, aren't we?"
Siegfried felt like accepting would be a bad idea, but he found it hard to refuse. If he did Tomas would probably bring it up again sometime later, and he didn't want to have the issue floating between them. To sate his roommate, he quickly agreed and went back to work. While it was tedious and tiresome, Siegfried really did prefer the quiet work to conversation. Having Tomas around still was a help, though. Without him around, he would be crushed by the lonesomeness, and the tunnel would feel even more tight and foreign than it already did. Only a quarter hour later, the work was finished, and the two boys were lined up in front of the Cord. With a deep breath, they ran into it.
They also ran into the Reserve Child inside. He nearly fell out, but managed to stay floating a few inches from Tomas and Siegfried Quite surprised, he asked, "What brings you here, herren?
"We're going swimming, Hans," said Tomas. Siegfried cringed; there was no way they would get away with this. Regrets swelled to the surface of his thoughts as they always did.
"But why?" Hans asked confusedly.
Tomas said truthfully, "Siegfried doesn't know, so I'm teaching him. And this is warmer and safer than doing it in the ocean."
"Herr, uh, Herr Socarras. Are you sure you have permission for this lesson?"
"Why would I need permission for something like this?" Tomas asked. "Neither of us have to be anywhere else for, I think, an hour or so. It's perfectly safe. And learning to swim never hurt anyone."
Hans's face oozed suspicion. "Do you really need to swim, Herren? So badly that you can't wait to ask permission?" He couldn't swim, of course. Perhaps, Tomas thought, if he knew what swimming was beyond a purely academic sense, the water would soak into his ass and loosen it enough for the stick to come out.
Tomas also didn't like how Hans kept calling him 'Herr'. His father was a roofer, not a nobleman. And Siegfried was a sort of bastard, which raised questions about protocol that would probably be interesting to Kenneth. Forcefully he pleaded, "Can't you just let us through? We're just trying to do something useful while we're on break. Why are you against that?"
"I'm not against that," Hans protested, "but shouldn't you go make sure it's allowed?"
Tomas said, "Come on! Anyone who can give us permission is miles away. By the time we get there and back we won't be able to do anything."
Siegfried offered, "Maybe we could do this some other time?"
"Look, I went in with Siegfried during the battle with the second Angel and nothing happened. Except for the battle, of course. We'll go down into the lower part, and you stay up here and keep this thing good. Is that okay?" Tomas asked. He said that like it was a compromise, but he had always been planning on going down the Cord. There was actually a huge network of these fluid channels in the EVA, and he'd went to explore some of them before. Ultimately it got too dark about thirty feet down, but the catacombs above that line were much better than the cramped tube active pilots spent their time in.
"Alright, I guess we can do this now. We don't really need Hans's permission, do we?" Siegfried conceded. "Sorry," he said to Hans.
"Hey, wait!" Hans yelled. He wasn't obeyed; Tomas and Siegfried went down into the Cord.
About a dozen feet down was a five-foot-diameter branching vessel, which the two boys entered. Tomas showed Siegfried the breaststroke[3] and held him steady while he tried to imitate the movements. Then he had the abbot's son do laps through the vessel, as far down as it remained sufficiently wide. After a few weak and sloppy strokes which were corrected, Siegfried seemed to be enjoying himself, and Tomas himself felt a sort of pride. It was such a shame how few people knew the joys of the water. Until he had come here, Siegfried had probably never gotten close enough to a body of water bigger than the "creek" level to poke with a ten-foot-pole.
Oh shit, Tomas realized. Siegfried had the movements right, but his breathing was all wrong. Specifically, he was breathing completely normally, as if the water was breathable, which of course it was. That would be a serious mistake if he tried it in real water; it might even kill him. "Wait a minute!" he shouted.
At that moment, the course of events spun completely out of Tomas's control. Hans, very bored and somewhat peeved that Siegfried and Tomas hadn't listened to him, had decided to try again at getting the two boys out of the EVA. While he had no idea which branch vessel to look in, Hans heard Tomas's yell. Like a falcon after having spotted prey, he swooped into the branch vessel, and like mice after having spotted a falcon, his audience fled. Tomas ducked into the main vessel, as Hans had overshot him substantially. Siegfried, with Hans standing in between him and that route, went deeper into the vessel, which was navigable for a good distance even though it narrowed further down..
Hans went after Tomas. Struggling against the increasing pressure, the Spaniard pulled himself down the Cord. He felt like his head was going to burst, but he dug his hands into the walls of the Cord and dragged himself down, flailing his legs to assist. Hans pursued in the same way.
Initially Tomas was fleeing as would a deer from a panther, but in time he began to reconsider. Hans was slight in build, slow to anger, and a few inches shorter than he was. There was nothing to fear, really. He turned himself around so he could face Hans.
"What is it?" Tomas asked, as irately as he could manage.
"Why'd you run away from me?" Hans panted. Tomas noticed that the Cord's fluid had become saltier, which meant either Hans or himself were sweating. He had his bets on Hans.
Tomas replied, "I just, you know, got a bit panicked. What brings you down here?" He had a sinking feeling in his heart; if there was an angel attack he'd want to get out of Reidun's EVA as soon as possible to avoid going to battle again. And Siegfried would need to be in his own EVA. And where even was Siegfried?
"Herr Socarras, I wanted to ask you to see if you can get permission, maybe you can do this some other time... Ah!" Hans screamed. His eyes lolled and his mouth opened for a few more seconds of silent noise, and he went limp.
"What's happening? Why are you doing this?" Tomas whispered. No answer issued from Hans's throat. Tomas poked the boy in several places: in the eyes, in the nose, on the neck, on the hand. Still there was no response. Then he noticed the phylactery, which had a faint glow about it. He tucked his fingers under the leather straps and tugged a bit, but it had no more success in waking up Hans than his earlier efforts. He slid his fingers along the straps, reaching the small box at the apex of Hans's forehead. It was pleasantly warm like bread fresh from the oven, but touching it he felt a feeling of sudden trepidation and foreboding. His heartbeat increased to where it seemed it would burst, and although he began sweating profusely a chill as cold as the pre-Impact winter he'd never witnessed came about him. He pulled his hand away, and the feeling and chill left him. At just that moment Siegfried emerged from one of the branch vessels.
"Hail, fellow," said Siegfried.
"Good to see you," Tomas grunted. Although he was a little distracted, he realized that if Siegfried had come from that vessel there would have to be shortcuts through the branch network. He resolved to look for some the next time he could.
"What happened to Hans?" Siegfried asked.
"I don't know," Tomas admitted. It occurred to him that the phylactery might be the cause, but he wanted it to be just a side-effect of something else that had taken out Hans. Through a series of jumped-to conclusions, Tomas convinced himself that was the case.
Siegfried measured the pulse on the unconscious boy's finger. "He's still alive," he said.
Tomas was a bit ashamed; it had never occurred to him to check. But at least he wasn't dead; if Hans died he might very well follow him shortly. "Let's get him out of here," he said.
Siegfried was horrified, and it showed on his face like nothing had shown before. He shouted, "If we do that, the EVA will go berserk!"
"We'll have 20 minutes or so to get something in the Cord, we can probably handle it."
"Well, do you want to do it?" Siegfried taunted.
"No," Tomas admitted, "but Hans needs help!"
"He'll live."
"What is it with you, Siegfried?" Tomas asked. Grabbing Hans's body, he pushed off the floor of a branch vessel and began making his way up. But as he rose, Siegfried grabbed his foot.
"Let go!" Tomas demanded. Surprise showed on all his features; this wasn't like Siegfried. Normally he would go along with whatever he did, although sometimes with some reluctance or argument. Tomas tried to pull himself up, but with only one free hand he couldn't get very far. Siegfried felt much heavier than he should have, accounting for his buoyancy in the water. He wasn't holding onto anything, but his feet were practically anchored in. He tried to shake loose, but the Croatian's grip was tight and his fingernails dug into his ankle. On a second try, the nails breached his skin, and a trickle of red leaked into the clear fluid of the Cord.
In pain Tomas yelled, "S'wounds [4], Siegfried! Let go already!" When he did not, Tomas changed tack. With a heave, he pulled himself by his grabbed leg to propel his other foot into Siegfried's face. The boy's grip loosened, and after another kick in the face it slipped completely. Tomas was free, and with Hans under his arm he ascended the Cord. Halfway up he looked back, and Siegfried was no longer there.
Siegfried was waiting in the Cord's antechamber. Hans had startled him, so he'd fled into the deeper parts of the branch vessel, but when Hans had went after Tomas he'd came back out. He was waiting in the chamber because he figured no matter what they got up to, eventually they would leave the EVA, and they'd have to go through here to do that. Waiting for them to tire each other out was simply less effort, both physically and mentally. Tomas was usually more sedentary and passive; Siegfried liked him better that way. But every once in a while, he got an idea, or he got really bored, and then he was pushy and restless like he was today. When he was like that, the only thing to do was to wait until he satisfied himself. And hey, the swimming lessons were fun while they lasted.
Tomas fell out of the Cord and into Siegfried's lap, bowling him over. Hans's prone figure flopped off to the left.
"Watch your damned step," Siegfried said irately.
Tomas looked confused for some reason. But Siegfried's eyes focused towards the limp body laying next to him.
"Hans! What in the name of God's dick did you have to go kill him for?"
Tomas was surprised for some reason. Wasn't this the most likely place in the EVA for him to be? The boy protested, "He's not dead."
"Then what happened to him?" Siegfried asked.
Tomas told Siegfried what had happened down in the Cord, although he left out his attempt to remove the phylactery as he was scared to think about it. The abbot's son was irritated at how things had went at first, but he became more intrigued when 'he' showed up. If the EVA could make Tomas think he was down there, could anything near it be trusted? Maybe Tomas was just an illusion. But if he was an illusion, then there was no reason to believe his story about what happened down in the Cord, and thus there was no reason to believe he was an illusion. He silently prayed to God that he may be saved from any further paradoxes.
"Yeah, I definitely wasn't there for that," Siegfried said.
"Good," Tomas said. "But you know, I think you were right about this being my fault."
"Woah, I'm sorry I said that. I didn't know what'd happened down there," Siegfried warned. In fact he was somewhat ashamed that he had even jumped to that conclusion.
"Who had the idea of going swimming in the EVA in the first place? Who led Hans down to the depths?"
Siegfried couldn't stand watching his friend be so hard on himself, and he tried to reassure him. "Come on, it's not necessarily your fault," Siegfried said. But Tomas looked the opposite of convinced. Siegfried elaborated, "Anything could have knocked Hans out. Who's to say the Eva wouldn't have done it even if we weren't there? Or maybe it wasn't even related to the Eva at all! Bad things just happen sometimes."
"Sometimes bad things just happen, but something always causes them to happen!" Tomas said angrily. "This never happened before, and now it did. This time I led him down there, and that's why this happened now. You're just saying this because if it's my fault, then it's your fault too!"
"What? No!"
"You could have stopped me; I wouldn't have done this without you," Tomas pointed out.
Siegfried saw his point somewhat, but he didn't want to have the fiasco blamed on him, so he deflected. "That's ridiculous. But before we assign the blame, shouldn't we try to get Hans to, oh, someone who can help him?"
Tomas was willing to change the subject. "But if we take him too far from the EVA, it'll go berserk," he said.
"Good point," Siegfried admitted. He pried the phylactery off Hans's head and placed it on his own.
"WAIT!" Tomas screamed as he did so, but Siegfried didn't hear him in time to listen. The band, adjusted for Hans's head which was bigger than his own, slid down in the back, but stayed above eye level in the front. As it settled, Siegfried stuck his head in the Cord to check that it had synchronized. The grassy expanse and the few people that he saw proved it had, but then his vision shifted to a field of pitch black and he felt the sensation of falling...
Siegfried landed hard on his right side, but he still couldn't see a thing. He waved his arms in front of him, but they were invisible to his eyes. He knew they were still there because his right forearm felt broken. It wasn't painful, but it felt like part of the arm was dangling and might fall off. He searched for something to use as a sling, but nothing was visible and he wasn't wearing enough clothing for it to be useful. The floor felt flat, and his feet didn't meet any objects. It was also smooth, very smooth, and cold, but there was somehow plenty of traction. It registered that not only was the floor chilly, but the air was also, and Siegfried's naked skin took the full force of the cold. Siegfried curled up in a deep squat, cradling his broken arm and trying to use it and his legs to insulate his body. After a short while, he was alerted by a sudden flash of light.
This flash persisted, and the room warmed to a comfortable temperature. Soft female hands grabbed Siegfried by the shoulders and pulled him up against a wall. He tried to cover his private parts, but the grip was strong and dragged his arms away. The hands then grabbed his broken arm and stuffed it back into the elbow. Miraculously, the bones slotted perfectly into each other, and the muscles and tendons wove right back together. When the hands dropped him, he fell into a comfortable chair, which he could not see even though there was now light. In fact, the whole room still seemed like a nondescript void. The floor was black, and the walls were not apparent. There truly was nothing else but Siegfried in this place. He peeked behind the chair, but where the hands were they now weren't. A voice now boomed from somewhere, or everywhere.
"Who are you?" it asked. The voice was female, but it had a harshness to it.
Siegfried tried to disappear into the chair, but it was useless. With a series of voice cracks he said, "Siegfried von Ingolschen, m-madame!"
"What do you do, Siegfried von Ingolschen? Do you own land?"
It was an odd question. Did the von make her think he was a noble? If she asked, how could he really answer? Now that she had him in her clutches, would she try to ransom him [5]? "N-no, I don't own land," he confessed. "I work for the Order of St Gerbert of Aurillac." If he made himself seem like a pawn, then hopefully she would think him not worth holding. And hopefully then she would let him go rather than kill him.
The voice asked, "What do you do for the Order?"
If she knew what he did, she would definitely want to hold him here. On the other hand, he wasn't a very good liar, and lying to this woman seemed unwise. Either way, the jig was up. "I pilot the 2nd EVA, the Wien," Siegfried admitted.
"Then you have killed two of the sea beasts. That is very good. In the future you should kill more," she said.
Siegfried blushed. "Th-thank you. But really, I only did a little bit. Other people deserve more credit."
"Really. Who are these people?" the voice questioned.
"For one, Marcellus made the plans for both Angels. I just carried them out."
"No one can make a plan that isn't dependent on the people carrying it out. Both plans succeeded only because of the execution. In fact, neither Angel was dispatched the way they were planned to be," she pointed out.
"I never could have won without Reidun by my side," Siegfried offered.
The female voice laughed. "Which Reidun do you mean? Reidun von Ingolschen?" She stopped laughing. "Please," she snarled.
Did Reidun share his last name? Why in God's name would she? As far as he knew, they weren't related. If they were, someone would have said something, they would have made a comment, they would have given hints. And Tomas wasn't the type to hide something, at least not for so long. It had to be a trick.
"I did not bring you here to talk nonsense," she continued.
"Then why did you bring me here?" Siegfried asked angrily. He knew it wasn't advisable to talk back to the lady who held him captive, but the sound of her voice was growing intolerable.
"I only want to learn more about you. And this order, and what lies beyond the order," she said.
"Are you a spy for the Protestants?" Siegfried asked. While such a supernatural means of abduction would normally be beyond their means, the Protestants were known to consort with the devil[6]. Such a figure could easily be behind all the troubles going on.
The voice exclaimed, "I have been called many things, but this is a first! No, I am a Christian, like you. I am your sister in Christ, and all I ask is some information which anyone around you already knows. Why won't you indulge me?"
Of course, if she was a demon (perhaps a succubus[7]?) she would have no hesitation in falsely claiming to be a Christian. "Where the hell am I?" Siegfried asked in response.
She said, "You know where you are." But he didn't. Why was she toying with him?
Siegfried asked, "Did you abduct Hans?" On this question he really had no doubt; he had put together the pieces and the conclusion was inescapable.
"I didn't abduct anyone," the voice said. "How many people would you say are in the Order?"
"That's a lie! You used the phylactery to kidnap anyone who was wearing it!" As Siegfried finished his outburst, he sank back into his "chair", and his indignation faded back into dread.
"If you answer my questions, I won't do it again," she said. Although the woman wasn't visible Siegfried could tell she was rolling her eyes.
"And will you let me go?" Siegfried asked.
"There's no reason for me not to," the voice said.
No one could fault Siegfried for giving this mysterious lady what she wanted, he thought. If she wanted to kill him, she could. If he complied with her, he would live. It was an easy choice. "In my opinion, there are somewhere between five hundred to a thousand people in the order, most being laity and about one hundred being monks," he said. He wasn't sure if it was true, but it sounded about right.
"Who is the abbot?"
"Gerhard von Ingolschen."
"Is he in good health?"
"I think so."
"What position is Rolanda Acquisto in?"
"She's head of the research and maintenance for the EVAs. I don't think I can remember her exact title."
The questions and answers went on for some time before the female voice announced that he was free to go. "But you must never speak of what happened here," she said. With a moment's consideration, the abbot's son agreed to stay silent and asked to leave. The chair disintegrated, and Siegfried once more fell through the floor.
This time he did not land, although with the cold wind biting through his skin he almost wanted to hit the ground. He remained falling for hours before he woke up. When he did, Tomas was standing over him.
"What happened?" Siegfried asked.
"I got Acquisto, and she gave the EVA a drug that'll keep it asleep for days. Some dose bled over, she said. But it's safe now. She's looking at the phylactery. Are you good?"
It took a while for Siegfried to register what he had said. But if Acquisto had gotten involved... "Shit, she's going to kill us, isn't she!" Siegfried exclaimed.
"She doesn't know about what we did," Tomas reassured him. "Hans and I decided not to tell her." Hans was taken by that woman too. Had he told Tomas about what had happened?
"You lied," Siegfried complained. "What if she finds out?"
Tomas said, "It'll be fine. Let's just move on, alright?" He definitely didn't know what had happened. He still thought of the whole fiasco as his own fault, and admittedly from his perspective it probably looked that way. But the woman in the EVA had practically admitted that she had used the phylactery to kidnap Hans and himself. Could anything he and Tomas did really have provoked what she did?
"I suppose I will," Siegfried said. He folded his hands and prayed. "Oh Lord in Heaven, thank you for rescuing me. So many things could happen to me, and many things could kill me, and I could be subjected to so much more torment. With Your help I am saved. I may not be worthy of You, but I am grateful. Amen."
"Amen," Tomas repeated.
[1] Germs were not known in the 16th century, and they wouldn't be discovered until the 19th. However, the concept of an infection was known, even if it was misinterpreted. An example of one such misinterpretation happened with the advent of widespread use of firearms. Many infections resulted from gunpowder wounds, and many gruesome amputations followed. As a result, surgeons began to see gunpowder as a poison that was causing wounds to become sceptic. (It wasn't.) They fought infection by cauterizing all gunpowder wounds with fire or hot oil, resulting in untold unnecessary suffering by soldiers. But the great surgeon Ambroise Paré, during a 1537 campaign in Italy where logistics were poor and oil wasn't to be had, was forced to treat his soldiers without cauterization. He noticed that his patients healed better than the ones he had cauterized previously, and he vowed to never again cauterize another gunshot victim. He published his findings regarding gunshot wounds in 1545. This incident also speaks to a more "scientific" outlook among surgeons, compared to the "philosophical" approach of actual trained doctors. But then again, it was the surgeons' trial-and-error that had made cauterization of shot wounds a thing in the first place.
The actual doctors believed that infection was caused by "sepsis", which was supposedly found in the gut and in miasma. Miasma was believed to cause almost everything, and was a vapor originating from smelly things, such as swamps or other unhygienic places. Regardless of theory though, alcohol has been recognized as a disinfectant since ancient Sumer, and it would be one of the more effective of such agents in the Early Modern toolkit.
[2] Before modern times, most Europeans could not swim. (This doesn't seem to be universal to humans at the time; Fijians, for example, had widespread ability to swim even in the inland regions.) Swimmers were concentrated on major bodies of water, especially the coasts of the warmer regions.
[3] The breaststroke was the dominant stroke up until the advent of competitive swimming as a sport in the late 19th century. It was the only stroke used in the earliest competitions, and the freestyle/crawl is considered to have been first performed (by a white person; there are records of Native Americans using what appears to be the freestyle much earlier) in the 1924 Olympics.
[4] "S'wounds" is an abbreviation for, "God's wounds", that is, the wounds Jesus received from being nailed onto the cross. Invoking these wounds was considered as taking the Lord's name in vain, and as such was about as "edgy" as the word "fuck" is today.
[5] Taking noble hostages was a common practice in the Middle Ages. Their ransoms could provide a good amount of money to whomever could take the hostages. For example, King Atahualpa of the Incas, being captured by the Spaniards, gave a ransom of an entire room full of gold and two smaller rooms full of silver. Today this amount would reach the hundreds of millions, if not billions. One fifth of this treasure was reserved for the Spanish crown, as proscribed by law. In a cruel twist of fate, Atahualpa was executed shortly afterwards for, among other crimes, squandering public revenue.
[6] Many Catholics believed that Martin Luther consorted with the devil. There are several 16th century political cartoons that depict the devil marrying Martin Luther, playing his skull like a bagpipe, etc. Political discourse was not nearly as polite then as it is now. What makes this charge interesting is that Martin Luther himself claimed to speak (and have theological arguments) with Satan on a regular basis. He claimed that Satan was a much better theologian than his normal theological enemies, and he admitted to losing some arguments to him. But during another nighttime debate, he said (according to himself), "Devil, I have to sleep now. That is God's commandment, for us to work by day and sleep at night. If you keep on nagging me and trot out my sins, then I answer: Sweet devil, I know the whole list. But I have done even more sin which is not on your list. Write there also that I have shit in my breeches. Hang it around your neck and wipe your mouth on it. Then, if you won't cease to accuse me of sins, I say in contempt: Holy Satan, pray for me."
[7] The Succubus myth was already old in the 16th century, but new life was breathed into it by the Malleus Maleficarum, which claimed to expose the methods of witches and was the second-best selling book in England for almost two centuries (For that period of time the best-selling book was the Bible). This book solidified the modern succubus myth, which before was much more diverse. For example, Gerbert of Aurillac, the sainted medieval pope for whom this fic's Order is named, was supposed to have ascended to the papacy with the help of a succubus named Meridiana. Assuming this story isn't wild hearsay by provincial courtiers with too much time on their hands (ie Walter Map), this succubus never tried to drain St. Gerbert's essence, and in fact warned him that he would die after reading mass in Jerusalem. He never went to Jerusalem, but he did read mass in the Basilica of the Holy Cross of Jerusalem (located in Rome); after he realized his error he supposedly repented and died shortly thereafter. In reality it's probably all made up.
[8] I've changed many of the characters' names for the setting, and I have also gender-flipped some. My reasons for the latter are my own. A review has asked me elucidate the name-changes, so I will.
Siegfried von Ingolschen = Shinji Ikari
Gerhard von Ingolschen = Gendo Ikari
Rolanda Acquisto = Ritsuko Akagi
Reidun = Rei Ayanami
Tomas Soccaras = Toji Suzuhara
Kenneth Adelton = Kensuke Aida
Hans Hentzer = Hikari Horaki
Marcellus Herzener = Misato Katsuragi
Siegfried Oberdorfer = Shigeru Aoba
Unit-00 = Trent
Unit-01 = Wien
