Princess Aeka of the Royal house of Jurai was overjoyed. The Human
holiday that the Station of NERV-5 was preparing for...seemed to her to
be some sort of worship of trees. Being from a race that’s entire
culture was based on tree hugging, this made her feel, quite good.	
	“Princess Aeka, you’re beaming.” Says Kiyone, who had been watching the
preparations near the princess.
	“You’re placing trees inside a space station. Trees are the most holy
of all symbols of Jurai.”
	“Their just Christmas trees.”
	“A Tree is a Tree, and all the importance that they bring. I’ve never
head of the Christmas breed of tree.”
	“The trees are evergreen trees, Christmas is a human holiday we were
celebrate everything good and the unity of our race. It used to be a
Christian only holiday to celebrate one of their major figures. But that
particular  religion died out when it was discovered that one of the
leaders had been planning to overthrow the secular governments in the
mid 21st century.”
	“That happened out Jurai...people revolted because everything was so
boring. Pray, Pray, restrain, Pray, that can try even the most devout.”
Aeka looked at a very tall and elegant women with a mane of blond hair
that reaches nearly her knees.
	“Who’s that?” said Aeka. 
	“I think she’s Deedlit, the Eldar ambassador.” Kiyone said.
	“An Eldar? I thought they were too arrogant to send a ambassador to a
human station.” 
	“Looks like you were wrong.”
	The Eldar Ambassador looked at the two of them scoffed and walked away.
	“Maybe she just here to insult us...” 

	“This is a station wide notice. Tonight is Christmas eve, the first day
of the Human holiday of Christmas. There will a General Xmas party in
the main market place for the population starting at 1900 hours, thank
you.”

	There was a private Christmas party with the command staff, and the
higher ranking officers, Ambassadors were also there, plus some guests
of all the attendees.
	“Mmm...I can’t wait for the party.” Said Misato. Here eyes were alight
with youthful glee.
	“You just want that open wet bar.” Said Ritsuko. Ritsuko was in her
normal lab coat...save this one had a small blinking reindeer head on
the pocket.
	“Yea...oh...hehe...you’re not gonna tell anyone about that happened
during the war...are you?”
	“They might think is funny you had some fun with a beer bottle in front
of everyone...”
	“HEY! Don’t you dare...” Misato looked at her friend with daggers.
	“Oh come now...I’m not going to do that. Not in public at least.”
	“Ritsuko...”
	Misato’s link beeped, and she lifts it closer to her lips. “What is
it?” she said.
	“Major, there’s a Astorian ship requesting clearance. They’re pretty
badly beat up. They also say they have the King of Fanelia abroad.” Said
Maya’s voice from the bridge.
	“Let them dock, but get a security team down there.” 
	“Yes Sir.”

	The Crusader sat in it’s berth in the station’s docking bays. It’s
solar sails torn in a dozen places, great holes ripped in it’s hull.
Repair crews scrambled over it, repairing what they could.
	The Crew had been given quarters, but the Knight in command, a one,
Allen Schezar, and the King of Fanelia, One Van Farnel stood waiting for
the command staff to greet them.
	Misato walked in first, Kiyone walked behind Misato, along with Folken,
the Zaibach Ambassador and about a 6 security personnel.
	“Oh my god....who’s that!” said misato, with little hearts in her eyes
as she looked at Allen.
	“That is the Knight Allen Schezar, of Astoria.” Said Folken.
	Van Stepped forward. “You!” he said, pointing an accusing finger at
Folken. Van Drew his sword and charged at Folken, who stood there, with
a rather disinterested look upon his face. The Security guards pointed
their PPGs at him, ready to fire, but Kiyone holds them back with a
look. Van Closed in on Folken, who drew his own sword from beneath his
black PVC Cloak and in one fluid and blurry motion, parried Vans sword,
and sent it and it’s owner scattering across the deck plates.
	Allen Rolled his eyes and tossed his hair. Misato nearly fainted right
there and then, but she also came close to doing something much more
embarrassing too.
	“You traitor...” Van said, slowly standing up.
	“Why am I a traitor? I have no caused Harm to our people, Brother.”
	“Brother? NO brother of mine takes up with the Zaibach....those who’s 
guymelefs rain from the sky and wreck terrible devastation upon the
world he once loved.” Van resheathed his sword.
	Folken just looked at him silently. Kiyone looked at his face and
thought she saw a small second where Folkens normal steely resolve was
not in place for a moment, and it was a total look of loss and
loneliness.
	Misato, quiet unaware of anything going on, what having many lurid
visions that involved her, Allen, Some whipped Cream, baby oil, a 1952
Ford Truck Engine, a dozen crates of watermelons, and a cell phone. She
was awakened before the truck engine could come into play but Kiyone who
tapped her at First, which didn’t work, followed by a smack, then a
punch, then, finally, a grope, which woke Misato Up quite quickly.
	“Of Course you can join in Kiyone...er...I mean...What now?” Misato
blushed as red as her jacket.
	“Well, once you’ve come, we’ve got to find some quarters for these
two...” Kiyone was stopped by 3 girls that were now exiting the ship.
All three were arguing about something. One was tall, pale, blond an
regal, another was skinny, dark, and rather awkward looking, the
third...the third was a cat.
	“Ah...Hitomi, Millierina, Merle, what took you so long?” Allen said.
The Skinny one ran down to Allen and looked up into his eyes.
	Misato’s world crashed down around her.
	“WE had to get my stuff, it was scattered all around the cabin. That
sneaky little cat tried to steal my Hyperspace pager.” She looked at the
Catgirl with a look of pure loathing.
	“It looks so neat.” Said the cat girl, who began to groom herself.
	The regal one laughed a dainty laugh. “These two are truly amusing.”
She laughed again and put her arms around Allen.
	Misato nearly pulled out her PBG and blew her away.
	“Don’t worry...maybe one of his men will have you.” Kiyone said.
	“It’s not fair..” Misato said.
	
	Misato was in better spirits at the Christmas party.
	At least, that’s what the 23 beer cans and the 3 bottles of wine and
bottle of Vodka told everyone.
	Aeka sat on a chair, rejecting many offers to dance from young men, and
some older ones. Kiyone and Folken sat in a corner, talking about
something, Ritsuko was watching misato in case she keeled over. Yurika
stood at the Karaoke mike singing her heart out while people danced to
her.
	“Ouch!!!!” yelled Shinji as Asuka stepped on his foot.
	“Baka Shinji, don’t you know how to dance?”
	“Not like this...” Shinji Blushed as Asuka’s dress showed a near
perfect view down it to him.
	“Pervert!” Asuka said, and she smacked him.
	“Ouch...” Shinji said and ran away to hide.
	“Oh damn...now who to dance with?” Asuka looked around and saw not one
guy that looked good to her. “Oh Crap...I have to apologize to Shinji
now...”
	Misato came down off the table she’d been dancing on, fully clothed
though, and walked to were Allen was standing, looking rather oddly at
what was going on. She had Invited Both Him and Van plus their female
friends to the party, saying they were the highest ranking members of
their governments, so they were ambassadors.
	Misato came over to Allen. She wrapper her arms around his neck and
very soundly kissed him for about 3 minutes.
	“Ack...” was the only thing Allen could say after it had been done.
	“You are so hot...” Misato said, slurring her speech. “I wana go down
on you...” and misato Collapsed.
	Ritsuko was by her side in a second, and injected her with something
that woke her up, and also caused her to be quite sober.
	Misato looked up in Allen, realized what she had done and ran away.
Allen more or less just stood there, with both Hitomi and Milleriena
glared at him with looks of solid ice.
	Misato hid behind the bar and began to chug a rather large bottle of
Vodka. “Damn Ritsuko....always with the sobering Agent...” she said to
herself.
	Ritsuko’s head appreaded at the bar. “I’m sorry, but...you do
remember...if you ever get drunk at a party, I’m to keep you from doing
anything stupid.”
	“But that agreement was made 7 years ago!” Misato declared.
	“Yes, but...bah...anyway, Sir Allen wanted to
convey...his...her...thanks...” she smiled. “I think you caught that
one.”
	Misato Brightened up. “What about the 2 girls with him...?”
	“I don’t know...but...they seem to of Stormed off.
	“Good...I feel...a bit better....” Misato got a Funny look in her eye.
	“What’s that look....?” Ritsuko looked rather apprehensive.
	“Lets Kaeroke...” and Misato grabbed Ritsuko’s arm and dragged her to
the stage.
	“But I can’t sing!” Ritsuko protested.
	“Come on...all you gotta do is read the words off the screen.”
	“But...But...” 
	“Yea! Go Command babes!” came a voice from the crowed. A bunch of
fighter pilots were hooting a cat calling the pair.
	“Come on...lets show those creeps.”
	“But I’ll kill everyone....or make their hair stand on end...”

	Misato woke up the next morning, feeling like a dirty carpet. Her mouth
was dry and felt like it was full of cotton batting. Her head pounded
like a base drum. Her eyes felt like they were packed with sand, and her
stomach tossed like a stormy sea.
	Misato sighed, the perfect hangover.
	She heard the shower running, and a nameless tune being hummed. She Got
out of bed, pulling her boxer shorts out of her butt with one hand and
scratching her bare stomach with the other. She walked into the bath
room and opened the shower door.
	“Good morning Misato, last night was wonderful...” Ritsuko smiled and
went back to lathering herself.
	“AAAAAAAAHHHH!” Misato screamed and shot up and out of her bed. Her
head still pounded and everything else, but there was no running shower
and no humming coming from the bathroom.
	“Damn...that Must of be SOME party...” and Misato decided to give her
Christmas Greetings to Mr. Chemical Toilet.

	“This is Christmas?” said Folken, looking at the breakfast laid out in
front of him. Large waffles with strawberries, peach slices, blue
berries and a mound of Whipped cream, and a mug of hot coffee.
	“This is only the meal, before the opening of presents.” Said Kiyone,
who was pouring some milk into her own coffee. She wore a robe of fine
Astorian Silk over a powder blue pair of pajamas. “At least, when I was
with Admiral Langly it was. He loved these.” She pointed to the waffles.
	“Ah...I’ve met him, he is a great man. Few people could match him in
both brilliance and integrity. I’m surprised he wasn’t chosen for this
post.” Folken leaned forward and picked up his cup of coffee. His
synthetic leathers creaking.
	“I think it was his blessing on Misato that lead to her appointment to
the post.”
	“That and the Triests and the Demon Gods.”
	“That’s something I’ve always wondered. The Zaibach empire, Astoria,
and the Planets of the Celio System sit right and the apex of Triest
Republic, Demon God Imperium, Jurian Star Empire, and the Confederation
of The Eldar Craftworlds. It must be something...boxed in like that.”
	“It is. We have only four planets, the Astorians have that many too.
The rest only one. Between four great empires.”
	“Have you ever seen a triest?”
	“No...well...Not the true form. They take forms they believe to that
would be none threatening and pleasing to the other races. I have a very
strong suspicion that some day the Triest will reveal their true nature
to us.”
	“Are you talking about the Ill Omens that the Eldar have been casting
about? Their Farseeres have been getting images of a great darkness that
is coming.”
	“The Eldar are a race I don’t care to associate with. They are afraid
of Alien influences upon their nation.”
	“Interesting...there’s allot of people back on earth that say the same
thing.”
	“Is it true a there are two Guymelfs in the cargo hold in gray sector?”
	“Oh...yea...”
	“Could I see them?”
	“I don’t see why not. Lets go after when finished this mornings
activities.”
	“As you say.”
	
	The lift doors opened and Folken and Kiyone stepped out.
	“I still can’t see why you don’t like the idea of elected represntive
governments.” Said Kiyone.
	“They are open to corruption.”
	“So Is a Single monarch.”
	“But a Corrupted single monarch is easier to deal with than a hundred
corrupt senators.”
	“You’re not serious! You would actually have you’re emperor killed?”
	“If the need arose...Look!” Folken pointed to the bodies of six
security personal at the door to the cargo bay. They had been sliced and
cut in every possible way.
	“NO!” Kiyone looked at her men. “Who would of done this?” Kiyone drew
her heavy PBG.
	“The door is open.” Said Folken, who had drawn his over sword.
	Kiyone walked into the cargo hold without first checking it was safe.
 	She barely dodged the sword slice directed at her.
	“A Zaibach Soldier!” she said, and she vaporized the upper left portion
of her enemies body with a well aimed blast.
	“What are you doing here?” Folken shouted.
	“We are heard for The Escaflowne.” Said a insane sounding voice from
across the hall.
	“Sir Dilandau! What are you doing here?”
	“I just told you, you old fool.”
	“The Emperor will not stand for this!”
	“On the contrary, the emperor is the one who demanded I do this.” He
broke off into some evil psychotic Laughter.
	“You will cease this moment, and you are all under arrest!” said
Kiyone, pointing her PBG at the laughing psychopath.
	“Arrest? Me?”
	“Yes you, pretty boy.”
	“I think not.” And he disappeared.
	“Where’d he go?” Kiyone pointed her PBG every which way.
	“I don’t know....damn...how could they make stealth capes for
people...GURAK!” Folken was silenced by about two feet of steel
protruding from his chest.
	“Sorry, lord folken, but this was also in the emperor’s plan.” Said
Dilandau. He pulled his sword from the dead Folkens back, and began to
walk towards the enraged Kiyone.
	“Die you fucking faggot!” She yelled and started blasting away at The
approaching Dilandau. Most shots went wild or were dodged, save one,
with Struck Dilandau’s sword, shattering it into a hundred white hot
pieces.
	Dilandau screamed and clutched the side of his face. “You...hurt me you
Bitch! I’ll get you one day!” And he was gone.
	Kiyone ran to The still Folken’s form. She checked for a pulse behind
the ear, where his kind had their main pulse, and found none. She turned
him over and listened from a heart beat, and breath, anything that could
say that he was still alive.
	And Found none.

	“This is a special Report From GNN. The Zaibach Empire has withdrawn
from both the Free worlds League and the NERV Project. Also, their
alliance with the Demon Gods has been Dissolved. A new Alliance with the
Jurian Star Empire was Declared. All trade with Members of the NERV
Project have been terminated.
	This development means a fundamental shift of power in the Galaxy.”

END<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Well...there’s another part done. Kinda the end of season one. This was
slated for a few weeks ago, but I was unable to find the time to finish
it...

Oh well...Blood Ice Storm.... 
	
	
	

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            Overking of Angarak
           Zakath of Malkorea
	           The Empty Man
Ifurita....Kawaii TV one!
        Kaji-san, Dilandau, Or Allen Schezar