NEON GENESIS: EVANGELION REFOLDED
I do not own Neon Genesis: Evangelion or any Neon Genesis: Evangelion-related media, those works are owned and in the hands of Gainax and Hideaki Anno, this is simply an unofficial fan-driven story based on the characters and story present, to be written in a new way for people to enjoy.
The Apex of the Moon
A vast horizon of dark logs and lush canopies dominated the skies as equally as the vegetation that covered the ground in large shrubs and bushes, in such an environment as Laos: it could hide anything, ranging from the opportunistic Tiger that lay in wait within the bushes or the clever Monkey that leap from branch to branch over the dens of Ants that control the rich underground.
Despite the diversity of animals that live and thrive in this world, there is only animal that you need be concerned of: People.
The city of Phongsali replaces the jungle with gray and stiff pillars of concrete among the sea of green, being one of the lucky cities that weren't flooded by the Mekong River when Second Impact struck the world in a thunderous wave, unfortunately for the people of Laos their troubles were not done, even when the water finally settled, the people didn't.
As waves of refugees rushed in-land, Laos and her government could not handle the millions pouring into their borders, nor could they help with the pleas of other neighboring countries for aid, in this tumultuous storm that inevitably resulted in an open conflict across the Asian peninsula as countries struggled for territory and resources for their own benefit, the bloodshed of war eventually made the Mekong River, already filled with sunken corpses, transform into a stream filled with visible cadavers, creating a color and stench of fresh and old blood that followed them across the river and so was stirred into a disgusting stream of maroon and bright red.
After months of war the reformed United Nations Security Council sought to bring peace and aid to the war torn region after the struggle for power ceased by the region's new and old powers consolidated whatever resources they had left, several regiments drawn from the all the corners of the world were sent in as Peacekeepers to escort and guard the valuable supplies and good as convoys of trucks made way through the jungle to feed the roar of mouths.
"Misato, wake up." The roughness of the voice showed nothing more than a gruff command, she quickly jumped up and sat up straight on the bench of the Chinook, scratching the scruff of her hair as the rotors of the helicopter died and whirred to a slow halt, she clamped the helmet on.
The doors of the transport opened, letting the humid air overflow into the canopy of the helicopter that smelled of amber and dung, quickly flaring up the nostrils of most of the occupants aside from her father, who couldn't care any less, in a sense it was somewhat respectable for such a man to be so unbothered with the world's obscenities and only concern themselves with the bigger picture.
The bigger picture being the scene of a crowd wobbling and quivering at the unseemly sight of foreign aircraft invading the already limited space, usually this type of event wouldn't incur further unrest in a regular world. Though this wasn't a regular world. It really wasn't.
People began to line the fences with all manner of obscenities that fell on ignorant ears as the helicopter unloaded the monthly supply of rations, munitions and manpower for the battered UN stations on the outskirts of the city. All manner of immigrants fought to beg for the right to be fed, frantic hands reached out towards the empty convoy in a desperate bid to retrieve any leftovers so that they may live another day in this humid gray world.
Misato was quickly loaded with the rest of the peacekeepers, affectionately called Blueys by the local Lao army garrison for their pristine olive drab uniforms, their sleeves having been rolled to as high as they could up their arms, and their bright blue helmets and berets that made them stick out like a sore thumb in the foliage of green.
The truck was barren, dust and footsteps clung to the floor as they made transit to the various UN Checkpoints and HQ. "This wasn't what I imagined." She admitted to her father, a brow was raised.
"Why we're they fighting for this?" Misato made an open palm to the rations loaded underneath the bench. "Shouldn't we-" Stuttering as her father gradually turned his head to face her. "Shouldn't we be feeding them?". Her father exhaled mournfully. "I wish, but we mustn't." He silenced his daughter as he continued. "There's not enough rations for everyone."
Misato sat timidly, contemplating in the silence. "Why'd you bring your kid over Cap'n?" Asked one of the sharper enlistee, only batting a glance towards Misato as he re-engaged the question back to her father.
"She.." A small pivot of his eye turned between the two. "She's enlisted as a cadet, keeping the peace alongside me." A stern gaze towards the enlistee discouraged any further probing on the matter.
Discontent with the eerie quiet of the jungle, he reached into his radio. "Station Antioch, resupply in five, Omega Convoy, over." A long static stretched itself infinitely as they reached into a thinning road. "Station Antioch, repeat, resupply in five, Omega Convoy, confirm pass. Over.". A scrambling noise responded. "Passing clear, Antioch Station. Over.".
Breathing a sigh of exhaustion, she panned over to her father. He was exhausted. Tired. Something she hadn't seen in a long time.
The sharp whistle of a rocket propelled itself with a roar towards the truck, colliding in an inferno of flames and shrapnel as the tent cover erupted into a hailstorm of fire.
Beep. Beep. "The time is 4:30 AM." The alarm croaked in English.
"It's been four hours, I need to sleep." Misato murmured quietly as dry sweat dripped down the tips of the streaks of her hair.
Notes: Been a long time, but I'm easing back into NGE. Hopefully it'll stick.