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.
LET THERE BE WAR:
Reformed Japan
The recognized whoosh of VTOLs propelling themselves in the air with their outstretched turbines echoed throughout the Matzuaki rolling hills and mountains throughout the countryside.
Their chirps and flaps buzzed above the perplexed children and worried mothers as they exited out of the mouth of valley, into what was left of Japan's coast after Second Impact.
"AF-01 Calling, All Aircraft check in, over." The old pilot muttered into the radio transmitter inside the cockpit, then was berated with innumerable amount of shiny parrots loudly squawking into the radio, he replied with a simple exhausted sigh as they hovered over the limitless Pacific Ocean, and his co-pilot stifling a chuckle as they pushed onward.
It was already half an hour before they encountered the disheveled UN Remnant Fleet-06 at the halfway point from Point Zero and the International Date Line, the fleet was worn and tired after the Impact Wars during its crusade for peace among the seas against other fleets of rouge nations, however it wasn't prepared for such a long and tiresome voyage, traveling this much distance, coming such a long way from Gibraltar, and through the war torn country of Panama and then finally the dreaded Pacific Ocean.
"This is UN F-06 to AF-01, we're sending off the Starlifters for you to escort, keep it safe ; over." The radio chirped into his aging ears, having been a veteran of the Eastern Front made his ears too deaf for further combat missions, however his expertise and level-headiness was all way too valuable for JSSDF to let go of in the face of the dwindling stream of recruits and the maniacs present in their ranks.
"Copy that UN F-06, we are cleared to go, over." He'd reply into the chatterbox as he twisted his VTOL back to the direction of New Yokasuka, alongside his own squadron of a dozen VTOLs following him as if a pack of wolves following the Alpha ; Soon the Starlifters would attach their tow hooks and bolts into the stripped down EVA-04, he only knew the name of the machine since it was clearly brandished suspiciously with spray paint, on the upper front plate, after a brief glance the Starlifters soon began to lift the beast into the air, ready for the last leg of the journey back to Japan.
The ocean was beautiful this time of year, the sea currents blew mildly on the VTOL, not really an inconvenient seek for attention as it had been during the initial days after Second Impact but rather as a comfortable breeze that brought him back to the days of visiting Mt. Fuji with his children, the wind blew their hair up and wide as they laughed and played, echoing through the innocent winds, in fact he could still hear that ensemble of nostalgia and joy he had those days, before the world broke.
He hoped it would look better on the way back.
Alas, it was only a few minutes before one of the shinies snapped him out of it on the radio - "AF-01, this is AF-07 – we're seeing thermal sigs.."- The yankee, the man recollected, he was one of the newer batches, despite his American-inspired accent, he was still half Japanese and lived in Japan probably before Second Impact began the pilot mused. -"..On our instruments here, around 500 meters below sea level and its rising at moderate speed, it could be volcanic activity that could cause some visibility issues and I suggest we maneuver out of its direction for the sake of our aircraft."
Recruits these days... "Smoke can't hope to reach us in time, just keep forward, over." The veteran reminded the recruit through his quiet, albeit grumpy tone that made the shiny's VTOL dip a bit lower, flying right below the sluggish Starlifters that we're barely lifting the EVA above the sea, it's feet almost being caught up in the torrents of the Pacific.
"AF-01, this is AF-03, the thermal signature is increasing in velocity to us and Shinjuku station is warning us of an..." The other pilot paused for a moment. "Angel..?" He'd barely been able to pick the noise up, looking towards his co-pilot for reassurance, what followed was just a shrug and confusion between the two VTOLs.
During the initial confusion and complicated deciphering of the warning between the two pilots, the skies blackened for a moment, but it was only 0820, it confused him for a moment...
Before the door gunner of the VTOL panicked and shrieked, thrusting himself into the doorway of cockpit with sweat of pure terror streaking his cheek.
"HOSTILE ATE ELEVEN AND TWELVE!" The co-pilot snapped at the gunner, sharing the same wide eyes as him, causing him to slowly turned back to the control board.
The pilot, reflexively turned the VTOL as if he was avoiding a missile, the rest of his squadron following him, where he faced towards where AF-12 and AF-11 we're positioned in their initial formation, showing nothing but a sliver of a fish tail whip lashing AF-07 into the sea, tumbling down into the ocean in a fireball of metal and explosions, as he witnessed this, he desperately screamed into the radio to his men.
"All aircraft, evade, evade and fire!" Letting his mind turn off and let his guts guide him as they fired off salvos of ASGMs and MRSMs into the sea, alongside launching multiple smokescreens at the large and vulnerable Starlifters to cover them in the safe blanket of white phosphorus and they continued to climb up to hopefully fly away from the reach of the mysterious monster laying waste to the escorts below them.
Panic set in among the increasingly crippled squadron as they desperately sent thousands of missiles and rounds into the sea, all uselessly detonating nowhere close to the god forsaken thing, and they we're picked off one by one by the sea beast, all screaming into their radios as they spiraled into the cruel fully calm seas as it swallowed them wholesale, their crews never to be buried or found again, the thought distracted the remaining pilots before they sent another volley into the sea, and valiantly attempting to lead the hostile away from the fleeing Starlifters.
It didn't take that much time for the squadron to be reduced to nothing but scattered wrecks and the bodies of good men.