This is going to be one out of I don't know how many little parts or continuations or just something I like to do. We might see.
Two days after the defeat of Matarael, the tension at NERV headquarters was still palpable. The Angels kept coming, and while the Evangelions were doing their job, it was becoming clear that Quest Strother and his Godslayer had shifted the balance in ways no one could fully comprehend. Misato, in particular, had spent countless hours trying to uncover any information she could on Quest, but each lead ended in frustration.
In her office, Misato sat with a mountain of files scattered across her desk. She stared at her computer screen, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, running searches through the vast database NERV had access to, trying to find even the smallest clue about Quest's origins.
"Nothing. Again." Misato sighed and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. "It's like this kid doesn't exist."
She'd gone through every government database, military record, and intelligence file she could access. Even with Ritsuko's help running scans on the Godslayer, nothing had given them a clear answer. The technology the Godslayer used was advanced—far more advanced than anything NERV or even the UN had. But there were no records, no logs, and no history. It was as if Quest had simply appeared out of thin air.
Ritsuko entered the room, a cup of coffee in her hand. "Still at it, huh?"
Misato gave a tired nod. "I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something big. There's no way a kid like him just shows up out of nowhere with a mech that can take down Angels like it's nothing."
Ritsuko took a seat across from Misato, setting down the coffee. "You're right, but we have nothing. He's covered his tracks well. Even his mech doesn't leave a signature we can trace."
Misato sighed, picking up one of the files on her desk. "Every time he shows up, he saves the day, but never sticks around long enough for us to get answers. And that voice...he's young, but there's something cold about him. Like he's been through things we can't even imagine."
"Maybe he's waiting for the right time to reveal himself. Or maybe he's just watching to see how we handle things on our own," Ritsuko speculated.
"Well, if he is, he's got us all on edge," Misato said, taking a sip of her now lukewarm coffee. "We can't just keep relying on him to save us at the last minute. We need to know what he wants. Who he really is."
Ritsuko nodded in agreement, her mind working through possibilities. "We have to assume he's aware of NERV's mission—maybe even more than we do. But until he tells us what his endgame is, we're operating in the dark."
Misato looked back at the computer screen. She had a feeling that Quest's sudden appearances weren't random. He had a reason for helping them, but what that reason was, still eluded her.
"I'll figure this out," she muttered under her breath. "I'll figure out who you are, Quest Strother."
The Angel threat was far from over, but Quest's presence added a layer of complexity that NERV couldn't ignore. Misato knew she needed to stay focused on the Angels, but the mystery of Quest gnawed at her, lingering in the back of her mind like an unanswered question that refused to go away.