So, here it is, the much awaited (by my ego) second chapter!

As Always, Evangelion and anything related to it are properties of Hideaki Anno and studio Gainax. Curse them.

"This is going to take a lot of cleaning." Misato said to no one, observing the corpse of Sachiel being dismantled and carried away from the safety of her Hazmat Suit.

"Look at the bright side Misato, this means an entirely new angel for us to poke and prod and find out how to better kill them." The faux blonde replied, typing more data into her tablet. While the Angel would be certainly interesting to study, her efforts would be focused on Unit 01 and just what in all hells it had done during the battle for some time to come.

"By the way, your new roommate is awake. No, we couldn't find any explanation for her behavior during the battle. Yes, she seems to be physically fine and is fit to leave the hospital. Yes, she's very likely traumatized for life. " The doctor listed off, already knowing every question that would come from her long time friend. Intimacy is a one way road, her mother always said.

"Well, I guess that's my signal to stop procrastinating and go see her. Thanks for everything, Ritz. Don't know what we'd do without you." Turning around and giving her best friend a pat on the shoulder, NERV's captain of operations made her way back to her hastily fixed Alpine, unaware of the internal turmoil her words created in project E's chief scientist.

As she stared at her new body, flexing her fingers and dripping of LCL, Thobiasel grimaced.

"Half Angel. Ack." the now she stated in apparent disgust, picking the towel the most trusted living agent of the guardians of the black moon handed to her.

"Look at the bright side, Thobiasel. Your new shell has both angelic and demonic powers now. And a killer rack." The spy joked, leaning into the wall of the lab room, a facility located deep beneath the remains of Tokyo-2. One of the few holdouts that the society of the black moon had nowadays.

The ancient guardian scoffed as she started to get dressed. Having a body after 2 thousand years was admittedly nice, and the angelic powers would be useful indeed she surmised, willing her AT field to visible existence in front of her just to smash it effortlessly with a single hand.

"How are the efforts in locating the other guardians proceeding?" the blue-haired pale woman asked, thumbing through the phone her new underling had gotten for her, still entranced with the sheer inventiveness of their charges.

"With you out, our teams have begun making considerable progress. Let's head to the comm-" The spy was interrupted by a call, however. "Hai. -Is that so? Good to hear. -Yes, me and the boss will be heading your way asap. Well done." As he ended the call, the man noticed his new boss looking at him with something between amazement and befuddlement.

"Was... was that supposed to be in the English language? Thobiasel asked, incredulous.

"Yes? Why?" the underling answered, curious.

"That was the single worst English I have any memory of, and I've been through 4 bodies before this one."

Yuria glared out of the windows of the hospital building out into the geofront. It was a majestic sight that would be calming if it wasn't for her brain throwing out images from her life or death battle from 2 days before into her consciousness like it has nothing else to do.

To be fair to her brain, it really didn't have anything else to do. She had woken up in the dead of the night, screaming her lungs out, and it took 3 nurses and an unhealthy amount of sedatives to calm her down. After being explained that she was alive and had won the battle, she did her best to figure out the hows of that sentence.

After several hours and a headache getting an upgrade from 'annoying' to 'I wish to take a power drill to my temple', the youngest Ikari gave up. Better to wait for more information than to make wild guesses.

However, that left her brain to itself, which was never, ever good. Especially since her current state could aptly be described as 'nervous wreck'.

Such a simple thing as 'shaking like a body massager' wasn't enough to distract her from the gurney being carted past the corridor she was in however, or the contents of said gurney. 'The wounded pilot.' she remembered, the blue-haired, red-eyed pale woman being easily distinguished from anyone else.

And looking like she was bored out of her skull.

'Mental Note: come visit her if possible. She looks objectively miserable.'

"Yuria! Nice to see you up and about!" The way too loud for a hospital voice of a certain Misato Katsuragi rang along the corridor, making more than one nurse give disapproving looks. After stopping her body from trying to jump out of her skin, the younger woman turned to her new captain.

"H-hey Misato. Good to see you." She tumbled over her words, trying to calm herself down properly. "You ok girl? You look like you've seen ghosts playing accordion." The older woman inquired, the nervousness of her charge clearly evident. "Yeah, yeah, just... been a bit on the edge since I woke up. Surprised that I woke up, actually. And that everyone isn't dead." She forced a smile, trying to reassure the woman in front of her. She seemed like a nice person, so far.

"I guess you don't remember it eh?" Misato asked. "Last thing I remember is getting a face full of energy spear. Which was very definitely not pleasant, might I add." Yuria deadpanned. "Oh." Misato sucked in a breath, looking guilty. Ok, what do you say you get dressed and I catch you up with what happened on the way to HQ? We have to go through the whole bureaucracy now, unfortunately."

Rei Ayanami was bored. She was incredibly, unbelievably, mind-numbingly bored. Bad things happen when Rei Ayanami is bored.

'The Third Child is the commander's... daughter. Unexpected.' She wondered to herself. At one point in time, she may have considered the commander to be worth of using an imaginary capital C. After she was contacted by the society of the black moon and was exposed to the truth 2 years ago however, she found out that was no longer the case. Thankfully, she didn't need to keep up appearances in her own mind. 'She looked at me when I was wheeled past. She seemed... concerned. Moreover, she willingly piloted to save other people's lives without having to go through emotional manipulation by the commander. It seems the Third Child is... nice. Quite unlike her father.'

Her mind was ablaze with the possibilities and the plans. She'd have to pull some favors. Manipulate some strings. Maybe assassinate a few people.

Rei Ayanami smiled to herself.

Bad things happen when Rei Ayanami smiles to herself.

"Alright Miss Yuria, do you have any doubts about your contract?" The pleasant NERV HR representative asked out of politeness.

The young brunette squinted at a part of the contract, pointing it to the poor employee. "This part. Change 250 thousand base yen to 800 thousand base yen. At the very least." She leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms with a set expression that was oddly reminiscent of the base commander.

"Or you don't have a pilot anymore."

Both the representative and Misato blanched, the latter whispering to said pilot. "Yuria, that's about as much as I get paid, and that's without the benefits you'll have." Turning to her now roommate, the third child deadpanned. "Misato, I was picked off my normal life, stuck inside a 60 meter cyborg, and told to battle royal with a godsdamned alien. And if I sign this, it means it'll happen again. And again." She was visibly shaking, before steeling herself.

"I want to at least enjoy what little life I may have left." She said resignedly, looking at her hands on the table.

"Hey, let's make a stop for party supplies, mmk?" Misato smiled. "Eh? We're having a party?" The younger woman asked, feeling really rather not in the mood to mingle with strangers over loud music. Not that she ever was. "Well, more like a small commemoration, really. I mean, you're moving in with me! We should at least make it a night to remember, y'know?" As she pulled the car to a stop before a supermarket, she could notice Yuria smiling and blushing faintly. Mission cheer up the sad kitten, complete.

As she pushed the cart around, Yuria couldn't help but notice everything Misato was choosing was ready-made. It made sense, she guessed, they were both tired and the party came out of nowhe-

"Did you hear what happened to sector 4? Utterly obliterated a few days ago! I thought Tokyo-3 was supposed to be the safest place in the world!" A middle aged woman commented to her friend. "What did you expect, those fools at NERV don't know what they are doing! My husband and I are thinking of moving, preferably far away from here." Said friend shot back. Noticing the youngest Ikari looking down with a troubled expression, Misato decided to change the subject for them. "Ahem." Making sure she got their attention, all she did was tap the Nerv Major insignia on the arm of her jacket, with her patented 'I'm tired of your bullshit' look.

Said look was normally used to send underlings fleeing for their lives, so that the women managed to at least try to make their exit seem dignified was at least a point for them.

"...I want one of those jackets." Yuria offhanded, making Misato snicker. She seemed like a nice 'kid'. Hopefully she'd manage to not completely traumatize her before this was all over. 'If we survive to begin with.' The dark side of her mind added.

"We're gonna take a small detour." The purple haired vixen announced from behind the wheel, taking the shorter woman out of her flashback trance. It was only then she noticed she was gripping the side of the seat so hard as to make a dent in the shape. "Huh? Where to? The sun is almost setting." Yuria answered, looking at the up ramp Misato took, leading them up a hill in the outskirts of the city. "Na-ah, that's a surprise~~" Misato sing-songed.

She felt the pit of her stomach drop. It didn't seem like there were any houses around anymore as they ascended. 'No. No no no no no. Calm down. She's not going to do that. She's nice. You're safe.' The young Ikari tried to tell herself, willing the nervousness down. 'Are you really? Wasn't she your friend? Since you were kids? And did that stop her?' The darker parts of her mind argued back, bringing back memories she did her best to forget. And so the frightened girl did what she tended to do in those cases, hugging her arms tight in the hopes of protecting herself.

When Misato finally parked her car atop the mountain, what she found when she looked at her passenger was a look that would promise to be in her nightmares in the future. The darker haired girl was trying to hug herself, eyes darting in the distance, whole body shivering.'What? What is she terrified of? Wait... that's not terror...I know that look...' She'd seen it before, on one of her college friends. After something very, very bad happened to her. 'Did Yuria also...? Oh Gods, poor girl... ' Leaning a bit closer, the older woman called her roommate gently to get her attention.

"Hey, we're here... I wanted you to see something. To see what you protected. Over there, on the lookout?" She mentioned, using her best soothing voice. This girl was damaged in many ways, it seemed."Huh? Oh..." She forced her brain to process what Misato had said, the cold inside her slowly dissipating as she finally understood what the Major had brought her here for. "Ah... sure, let's go." Leaving the car with unsteady steps, she made her way with her roommate to the lookout, colour slowly returning to her face.

"On three, two, one..." The buxommest (not by much) of the two called out, just in time for an alarm to sound in the city... and many buildings to start rising from the ground.

"Oh... holy... " Yuria could only try to find adjectives for what she was seeing, but her brain was too busy being amazed. As the last of the buildings locked into place, Misato announced with pride in her voice. "That is Tokyo-3, Yuria. That's my city. The last hope of humanity. The very city you saved that day." She squeezed the shoulder of the shorter girl softly, the third child turned to her new friend and nodded, placing one of her own hands over the one on her shoulder.

"Thank you, Misato." Looking back at the town, she marveled as the city lights started to come on. "Guess it was worth it after all."

Yuria blanched. Now, she wasn't a neat freak by any means, but if something was dirty or disorganized enough that it became inefficient or impractical, she'd clean it. She'd have a lot of cleaning to do in this place. Misato, completely oblivious to the reason why her roommate was standing by the entrance, urged her in. "Hey, come on in, no need to be shy! This is your home now." She used one of her warmest smiles, unknowingly making the third child's heart skip a few beats accompanying a blush.

"Oh! Right. Hmmm... Tadaima?" She said tentatively, stepping inside. "Okaeri." The older woman grinned, offering a fist bump.

Talk came and went as they ate, Misato downing more than a few cans of beer in the process, She decided she liked this girl. She was direct, honest, emotional and compassionate. Almost-

'Almost like what you try to be if it wasn't for all the shit.' Her brain helpfully finished her sentence for her. Looks like it hadn't had enough alcohol yet. Well, that was easily remedied. Noticing all the black haired girl drank the whole night was water though, curiosity got the best of her. "So, you don't like beer?" She asked, pointing to a cabinet in the corner of the kitchen. "I've got wine, brandy, whiskey, you name it. Feel free to help yourself out." She smiled friendly, not having had a drinking buddy since college.

Looking up from her phone, Yuria smiled politely. "Ah, no thanks. I don't really drink." At that, Misato raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? Any particular reason?" The third child looked into the distance, as if she could discover an answer into the molecules of the wall. "I guess... I guess I rather just face the pain sober, really." She punctuated with a shrug. 'Face the pain, huh?... Not running away...' Misato mused. She stared into the abyss that was her beer can, and the abyss stared back. Putting it down for now, she took one look at the wall clock, 10PM already. Changing mental gears, she put up her Infectious Smile (Trademarked).

"So, how about a bath hmm? A good one rinses the soul as well." She suggested, pointing the uncharacteristically half full beer can at her new friend.

Yuria knew when she had an opening though, and went for it, with her best seductive voice and bashful maiden look. "Oh my, Misato... on our second date already? I'm flattered." Was all she could manage before breaking into laughter at the vixen's hard blush. But of course, Misato wasn't one to leave things at that. "Well, what can I say, I have a soft spot for beautiful girls..." She grinned, seeing her target go beat red in an instant before looking away. 'Can dish it out but not take it, eh?' She giggled mentally.

The third child could feel her heart racing, she knew she was blushing. While she absolutely loved the increased sensitivity that being a woman brought, it also meant she was way easier to be messed with than before. "Ah, right, bath. Going." She got up and went to look for her bath supplies, silently whispering a "Thanks." to her new friend.

Looking pensively at her can, still half full, the sweet oblivion of alcoholic coma didn't look that appealing anymore for Misato. 'Running away... Just another way of running away... I'm pathetic...' At that, the younger beauty walked past the kitchen with her bath supplies, catching the Major's sour expression. "...Misato, you ok? You can take a bath first if you want, A good bath rinses the soul, right?" She tried doing the Misato Smile, and if the owner herself had to admit, did a pretty good job of it. Smiling faintly, NERV's third in command answered. "That's my line you sneaky thief. But thanks for the offer, I can wait though. You go on."

With a last concerned look that said 'I'll obey but I'm still worried', Yuria obliged, leaving Misato to her own treacherous thoughts. Which was when the victim of said treacherous thoughts noticed that Pen Pen hadn't come to ask for food, and judging by the fact that she couldn't hear his TV, he wasn't on his freezer either. Putting 2 and 2 together, the purple haired goofball grinned at the bathroom door.

"On three, two, one..." And as always right on cue (many people in her life had told her that her ability to time things was uncanny),...

"WAAARK! WARK! WARK! WARK!" And a completely nude Yuria Ikari opened the door in a hurry, eyes the size of saucers. "MISATO! YOU HAVE A PENGUIN IN THE BATH!" The brunette exclaimed in sheer disbelief at what she'd just seen. Which is when the object of said disbelief walked out of the bathroom, warked at it's owner, and climbed into the secondary fridge, leaving the very naked and too surprised to notice girl gaping in it's general direction.

"Oh, him? That's Pen Pen, my other roommate. He's a Hot Springs Penguin I rescued from a shelter, he's been living here ever since, right Pen Pen?" The penguin nodded in approval before turning on his TV and closing the freezer door. Grinning at her direction, Misato decided to tease her new friend again. "By the way, not that I'm complaining, but aren't you missing something?" She gestured at the Third Child, making said person look down and blush furiously when she realized that yes, she was very much missing all of her clothes.

"EEK!" Trying to cover herself after letting out a very girly scream, Yuria was suddenly very conscious of herself. However, while trying to avert her new friend's stare, a small voice poked at her mind. 'Fuck it. What do you have to lose?' Trying to put up her best confident smile despite the furious blushing, she struck a pose as seductive as she could, teasing back. "Not complaining huh? Glad to know." With a wink at a dumbfounded Misato, she walked back inside the bathroom, putting extra sway in her step before closing the door.

And immediately running to the sink and staring at the mirror, blushing like a tomato while struggling to not hyperventilate. 'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO YOUR INSANE WOMAN!?" Every single sensible part of her brain shouted at her. Yet, the image of Misato blushing with wide eyes didn't stay out of her mind. It sparked a small fire inside her. Calming down, she whispered to herself as she slid into the tub. "Why do I always make my life more complicated?" The answer came almost immediately. 'Because you're insane and have the papers to prove it.' Sighing and leaning back to relax into the warm water, she could only say one thing. "Point, me. Point."

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Misato's brain was still resetting. She was not prepared for that. Teasing? Sure. Being all but naked modeled to? No, she'd need to be way drunker for that. 'Shut up, brain.' But her brain wasn't relenting, she'd been single for a long time and that experiment back in college with Rits was fun and SHUT UP BRAIN SHE'S A GODSDAMNED PILOT.

That one worked. She'd keep that in mind, yes.

The alarms blared in Nerv-Berlin, sending sleeping personnel scrambling about. "ALERT! ALERT! CODE PURPLE DETECTED IN THE BALTIC SEA! ALL PERSONNEL TO LEVEL ONE BATTLE STATIONS! ALL PERSONNEL TO LEVEL ONE BATTLE STATIONS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"

An angry shouting could be heard despite the alarms, from a fiery German redhead as she ran past scrambling technicians to the Eva cages. "IT'S BLOODY MIDNIGHT! DOES THAT ARSCHLOCH WANTS TO DIE THIS MUCH HE COULDN'T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW!?" As she skidded to a stop near the entry plug for her red Eva unit however, she could see her partner's pink Eva was already starting up. Jumping into the plug and closing the hatch, Asuka Langley Sohryu settled into the seat and started Eva Unit-02 boot sequence, opening a comm link with the pilot of the pink Eva.

"Four Eyes! You weren't even in bed! What gives?" She saw the brown haired pilot come out of her pre-battle trance, smiling childishly at the Second Child.

"Sorry Princess, went up to get a snack just before we got jumped, gotta keep these puppies in shape." Pushing her arms together to make her breasts seem even bigger, Mari Illustrious Sohryu winked and blew a kiss at her wife, her usual tension-breaking tactic working like a charm as she could see the red haired blushing and looking away muttering something about "Stupid Sexy Mari." as her Eva came online.

"Alright girls, listen up." The commander of Nerv-Berlin, a man in his 40s, cut their conversation. "We've detected a code-purple energy reading 10 minutes ago about to make landfall near Heringsdorf. Intel classified it as a Seraphim, so it's a big one. It's currently crossing Szczeczin lake and heading our way. As he explained the situation, a holographic tactical map was being displayed both in the command bridge and inside the Evas.

"You two will be deployed to Ueckermünde Crater via X-66 to intercept. Your weapons will be available in the New Liepgarten armory. Unit-08 will provide fire support to 02 as it reaches melee range, and close in for direct support if necessary, as always. Understood?"

"Jawohl, Kommander!" Asuka answered warmly, focusing on the teams strapping the X-66 dual stage fast transport to her back.

"Roger that, dad-in-law!" Mari's voice came through the comm link, making the currently very tired Stephan Langley Sohryu pinch the bridge of his nose. "Mari, please. It's too late for this. Just kill the thing and come home safely, both you and Asuka." The Fourth Child's smile went from comedic to warm, her overflowing confidence a perfect match to the Second.

"Don't worry, Commander. I'll keep our love safe."

Finally reaching the surface, the massive rocket boosters strapped to the back of the Evas started releasing coolant as they prepared for ignition. "Sync ratio stable at 79 and 77% for Units 02 and 08! X66s ready for deployment! New Liepgarten armory standing by with equipment! Everything is ready, Sir!" One of the support staff listed off, hair dishevelled from getting out of bed too quickly.

"Launch in 10!"

Seeing the countdown timer on both their HUD's, the pilot couple gripped the Induction Levers tight, a predatory smile coming to their faces. One more battle, one more victory.

"5!"

The Igniters in both launch towers came to life, sending a shower of sparks across the many engines in each rapid transfer vehicle, each pilot feeling the tension of 5 thousand kilo-newtons of thrust being barely held in place by the launch clamps.

"Evangelion Squadron 2, Launch!"

On Langley's order, the clamps released, sending both Eva units careening through the air with the glow of suns at their backs, the light visible for hundreds of kilometres through the clear night.

Both pilots looked at the ground under them become a blur as the rocket-powered Evangelions broke Mach 1, the shockwave in front of them going too fast for air to get out of the way. They felt their spines compress as the acceleration pushed through Mach 2. They felt the shock heating starting as they broke Mach 3, just before the boosters ran out and jettisoned, leaving them to glide and decelerate the rest of the way.

Sarandiel felt the presence of the shadows of the Father as the lights from the southwest went dark. He could feel them coming, their killer intent bearing down on him. He was ranked among the most powerful of his sisters and brothers, yet never comparable to the True Ones. No mater, he had his mission: destroy or at the very least wound the shadows of the Father before they could join the mounting defenses of those in the East. A diversionary tactic, a suicidal attack.

A purpose.

"Four Eyes! Landing in 3!" Asuka called out, their speed low enough to be able to touch down inside the Ueckermünde Crater, a stark reminder of the power even a Lower One possessed. That was a mistake the Second Child would carry to her grave. But she wasn't alone now, as the duo landed in a sprint, bleeding off the remaining speed from the flight. Heading to the armory nearby, the Evas could spot the Seraphim in the distance.

Two reflective rings orbiting a core block, 4 sectors visible but who knew how many hidden. If only Lower Ones had such a massive target as the True Ones. Although the decrease in power that came with a core block instead of a true Core was certainly appreciated by the couple currently approaching the being who knew himself as Sarandiel, weapons at the ready and power cables connected.

"Alright Princess, I'll set up my rifle here, it's less than a kilometer if I need to come save your hot ass." Mari willed her Unit-08 into a crouching position, massive railgun positioned atop an abandoned building for support. "Hah, as if, you're just looking for an excuse to tap this." To emphasize her point, Asuka willed her Unit-02 into a position that would most emphasize her... behind.

As the red Evangelion started into a run towards the Seraphim, the Fourth Child retorted. "Do I need an excuse to tap that, now?" Winking to eachother, the couple focused on the mission. Whatever tapping of whatever asses would have to wait until they kicked the one currently advancing towards them.

"Mari here, initiating support fire!" As Asuka approached the Seraphim, Unit-08 let loose with a railgun shot aimed straight at it's core block. The first round deflected off the AT Field, the second one punched through thanks to Unit-02's efforts in neutralizing the being's defenses with her own.

Only for it to be blocked by the rings who started moving in a frenzy, the damage to the rings themselves quickly regenerating. Swearing under her breath, Mari continued to pour hypervelocity depleted uranium rounds the size of a truck into the Seraphim, hoping to at least keep it's attention while her wife moved in close for a kill.

Said wife was finally within range to begin the offensive with her Progressive Glaive, the long blade of the polearm vibrating to better cut and stab into whatever material it came into contact with. Normally said material being miscellaneous parts of Angelic being anatomy. And strike she did, aimed first at the rings that were blocking Unit-08's shots.

Only for her blade to be deflected by the speed at which the Seraphim's defensive measures were spinning and orbiting, managing to deflect any strike she tried, high or low, left or right. But she could see it, the Seraphim's defenses were focused on her, which meant the steady stream of Mach 15 abuse coming from her partner was managing to make a number on the inner ring, some shots even managing to graze the core block.

They were pressuring it hard, it was a matter of time now.

Which is when Mari's railgun ran out of ammo, forcing Asuka to step back from melee range now that the angel wasn't distracted anymore. In fact, it almost seemed as if it was concentrating for some-

"Princess! It's gonna shoot!"

At the Fourth Child's warning, the pilot of the red Evangelion noticed that the glowing core block was more easily visible to her - if only because the rings were spinning in a way that they didn't block it from her point of view. Giving her a way to attack - and a way for the angel to attack as well. And that's what it did, as a pinkish purple beam of energy slammed into Unit-02's AT Field, forcing the massive war construct back several dozen steps if it wanted to remain standing, it's barrier of the soul managing to stop the heat and plasma but not the force itself.

Grinding her teeth and growling from both the effort and the gall of this being daring to attack the great Asuka Langley Sohryu, the German pilot grinned as she saw the symbol of her partner's Eva on her HUD approaching the Seraphim from behind, the angelic being too distracted by the red behemoth to pay attention to what was happening at his flank. And Mari Illustrious Sohryu was going to take full advantage of that, much to Sarandiel's pain.

Unholstering her brand new Alloy Cannon, the half British, half Japanese pilot took aim roughly at the core block, and from less than 100 meters away, sent a shower of hyperdense serrated metal shards at terrifying velocity towards the target. The main metamaterials researcher of Nerv-Berlin, Dr. Vahlen, once described the recoil of that particular gun as "Like being drop-kicked by a meteor." After having the full inertia of a 60 meter tall biomech in a dead sprint be stopped by the recoil of a single shot, the sync feedback making her arms hurt, Mari had to agree.

In question of pain however, the Seraphim was in a league of it's own right now.

The projectiles hit it's core block with horrifying force, shredding and shattering their way through, taking out 4 of it's 6 nuclei, and forcing a soul-shaking howl out of the alien being. In a daze, it's rings moving slowly and uncoordinatedly, it couldn't do anything as the Unit it was previously attacking came at it and sliced it's remaining nuclei with it's glaive, sending an arc of blood through the air as it cut through.

In the command center, the people cheered as they saw the visage of Sarandiel's body, or what was left of it, going limp and crashing to the ground, Stephan letting out a breath even he didn't know he was holding. The girls had done it yet again, another notch on their belt. He'd received the report from Nerv-Tokyo about the full scale Angel attack a few days prior, and was already expecting the order to send one, or more likely both of his Evas over there. Germany had the most experienced and lethal pilots in the world, but the real war was starting in Japan, and that's where they'd be needed. He'd have to make do with the TRIDENT Squads.

Godsdamnit, he'd miss them qui-

Suddenly, everyone was abruptly taken out of their lines of thought when a horrifyingly loud bang echoed through the night, the bridge crew sure that they'd felt it, hundreds of kilometers away from the battle or not.

In the view screen, they could see a bright pink Evangelion shrugging, the motion almost comical when combined with the smoking pseudo-shotgun it was holding, pointing at the general direction of the now pile of mush that used to be a Seraphim corpse.

"What? I thought it'd moved."

Stephan pinched the bridge of his nose. It was a learned habit he got after getting command of Nerv-Berlin 10 years ago.

'Actually, some nice and quiet away from these two might be good for a change.'

So, there we are! The delay of the Angels means a lot of changes all around the world, some of them good, others not so much. If anyone would like to be a beta-reader, make sure to contact me! Any reviews are appreciated!

See you people on the next chapter, for more intrigue.