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Moving right along:
Yeah, I know I'm late. Again.
Same here.
Fei waved nonchalantly as his fellow pilot walked into the
examination room about fifteen minutes late. With his other hand
he held a bandage to the back of his head.
"Sleep late?" Fei asked.
Bart shook his head. "Briefing. They're worried that
another Power Seraph might show up. They should relax a little,
I can handle it."
Think that should be broken up into two sentences or have a semi-colon
between them.
Fei didn't bother to reply.
"Through with the physical?"
Fei nodded, slowly. "Watch out, Ritsuko's on a rampage.
She's got this big needle and she insists on jamming it into the
back of your head."
Fei: And don't let me get started on the proctological examination.
Bart winced and rubbed the back of his head nervously.
"Yeah, I remember those. They usually only do them once a year,
though. Fine time to start now."
"Tell me about it. She jabbed another one in my spine."
Fei held his hands up several inches apart.
That's no needle. It's a stiletto. :)
"Ah, well," Bart replied philosophically, "I guess you have
to take the bad with the good. Maybe later she'll give me a
sponge bath." He looked up as she entered the room, followed
closely by Maya Ibuki.
Heh. Betcha' she heard that. Betcha someone is going to get stabbed with a
big needle several times as well.
If you'll just come this
way, we can get started." She made a slight motion with the
syringe that was precisely calculated both to draw attention to
it and make it seem as threatening as possible.
Heh. I knew she heard.
Fei waved good luck to him and eased into a more
comfortable position on his seat. As the trio walked from the
room, he could hear Maya's assurances that all Bart would feel
would be a _slight_ sting.
Since that would be the painkillers. Once those kicked in, then they could
really get to work.
He laughed slightly. Ritsuko must be
in a good mood this morning.
must have been (I think)
"Ha ha," Bart replied flatly. "What's with her today?
Usually she's got the sense of humor of a drill instructor."
"Don't know."
Probably been having sex. That usually does it.
and electron scans of his body fluids turned up negative,
no clusters found. He is 75% likely to be free of infection,
according to Magi analysis."
Citan nodded, relieved. "That's good, one
Again I'd either use a semicolon or break into two
wildcard is
enough. Tell Fei to avoid close contact with anyone for several
weeks, that he is carrying an infectious disease, but not a
serious one."
Misato raised her hands and asked, "How is it communicable? Is it airborne?"
Citan shook his head. "No, no. You could only contract through an exchange
of bodily fluids."
"Shit!" Misato hissed.
"Have you finished with the tests on Fei's spinal fluid?"
she asked.
Who is this speaker? It's not clear to me.
Citan shook his head. "There are several strange readings,
I want you to look at them." He rose and offered her his seat,
which she quickly took.
She handed Citan an audio recording. He looked at the words on the outside.
"Hmm. 'The Hobbit' being read by Martin Lawrence. A very strange reading
indeed."
"What I really can't figure out is how he's able to move.
With levels like that, any normal person would be a happy,
drooling idiot,
Luckily, Fei was normally a drooling idiot, which was why they didn't notice
the change.
even if you slowly ripped out their internal
organs with a dull, rusty-"
"Thank you, Dr,
Doctor (Usually best to spell it out when using it as the only name of a
person)
Citan nodded gravely. "Fei was in full control of Unit One
during the incident, although prompted from external stimuli and
through no malice or intent of his own." He paused. "We think."
Always nice to throw in that qualifier.
Misato frowned and started thinking quietly as Sigurd
voiced his own concerns.
Sigurd: My underwear is too tight.
Remember, no one said they were important concerns.
She looked up sharply. "Does he know about all of this?"
Citan shook his head. "No. Do not tell him either."
"I wouldn't suppose he'd take it well, knowing that he
killed millions of people and only saved a few," Sigurd added.
Fei: Nah. No problem. Can't make an omlette without breaking a few eggs, you
know.
"Here we go, boys," Misato said seriously. "They're
finally here." On the big screen in the bridge, three blinking
indicators showed the positions of the three Seraphs that were
attacking. "Everyone remember instructions?"
Bart: Don't pick up cheap hookers. Always use a condom. Never let them keep
the seman stained dress.
Misato: You've learned well.
"Sure do!" Bart replied cheerfully. "Kick butt. Take
names. Bury their rotting carcasses." His red Eva hefted a
large progressive hand axe,
I wonder what's so progressive about a hand axe. :)
and a rifle as well.
"Yes," Fei replied as well. "But I'm not happy about it."
Well back from the projected battle zone, he stood idly listening
to the radio traffic.
"Bet yer sweet ass, toots."
"Pilot Black, am I going to have to bring you up on
insubordination charges?" Misato barked.
"It's Commander Toots when we're in the field."
"This is a serious
situation, and I expect you to treat it as such."
"Sorry," Jessie's rough voice came over the speakers in the
bridge, although smoothed
it was smoothed
out somewhat by talking through LCL.
"Sir, yes, sir, Major Babe."
"That's better," Misato replied, smiling. "We've already
wasted more than half a day waiting for these things to get
within range, and I'd like to be done quickly and without
casualties."
To her side, anyway.
Beside her, Sigurd nodded assent.
in assent
Jessie's own Unit 8, a black, pygmy-like Eva with a full
size particle rifle crouched
rifle, crouched
Misato held her breath as the trio of angels steadily got
closer, no longer traveling in the search pattern they'd been
moving in for the past day. As the last one entered the
battlefield, she shouted "Bart! Engage enemy now!"
the enemy
"Hah!" exulted Bart. "Thought you was gonna sneak up on
me, didn't you?"
"Watch your ammo, Bart," warned Sigurd. "You're running
low."
The shells were large and bulky, making it hard to put many
in a reasonable sized clip. Although less than a minute into the
fight, he had already spent more than 80%.
Hardly surprising given his rate of fire.
Not that it really helped, as the intense blast from the
three angels tore through the reinforced concrete like their
brethren had done so many weeks before. Bart screamed in
sympathetic pain as the angel's power bathed his Eva, melting
armor and burning flesh.
Ouch.
As quickly as it stopped, Jessie fired his answering blast.
The beam of charged particles found little resistance from the
temporarily spent angels as it drilled a neat hole through the
chest of the lead angel.
since you just used 'angels' i'd switch this one to 'figure'
Extensive combat experience dictated his next move, which
was to duck right, sever the closest angel arm with his axe, and
hopefully bury it in its back before either it or the other
managed to hit him. However, he hadn't noticed that his finely
crafted weapon had also been hit in the blast, leaving it as
little more than an expensive club.
Oops.
"I've got a bit more to go on the charge," he replied.
"But he's gotta get outta there before I can shoot. With the way
those halos are conflicting, no telling where it'll go." Even
so, he had the rifle already lined up.
"Shit!" Misato cursed. "Bart! You've got to move!"
"I'm really tryin'," he grunted, fending off the glowing
hands of the angels as they attempted to rend Unit Two from
throat to crotch. Unit Two kicked and scratched, all the
sophisticated fighting moves he'd learned having been reduced to
their most basic level.
Heh. that frequently happens in a fight.
Jessie noted it and returned his attention to his gauge,
which was nearly full. "Particle gun ready," he said just as it
blinked green.
Turning to Sigurd, she asked, "Can he eject? Jessie would
have a clear shot without endangering him."
Sigurd shook his head furiously. "Underground escape isn't
an option, and if he ejected now it'd turn him into a bloody goo
about twenty feet under the earth."
Not really an escape then.
Jessie watched through his sights, as over and over again
both his natural instincts and his targeting program informed him
that there was too much �ther interference to take a shot.
Soon it won't matter. Best to take the shot.
Citan ignored Fei's quiet interruption. "Would you have us
tell all the people huddled behind the Moscow geofront 'Sorry, we
can't help, our only remaining pilot tore up his Eva and now you
just have to wait for the angels to come get you'?"
Feu: I can see that working.
"So, you just want to fight. I must admit, I'm not
impressed by your choice. The angels are the enemy, not me," he
said calmly, no trace of anger in his voice. "You just can't
seem to make the right decisions today, can you?" he asked
rhetorically, settling into a deceptively relaxed stance.
Heh. He's really prodding him here.
Citan took his time recovering from the kick, demonstrating
his mastery of his art and body
In other words, showing what a bad ass he is. :)
"Commander," came Sigurd's clear voice over the phone,
"Remember that 'situation' in Russia?" he asked seriously.
"You didn't call to go over that, now get on with it,"
Citan replied irritatedly.
Like the reaction.
Vladislav shivered as the wind blew through the ragged
holes in his uniform, despite the repairs he'd attempted to make.
He scratched his long brown beard and winced in pain as he pulled
a few frozen bloodcicles from it.
Yeah. Devilish things can be annoying as hell
Amazingly, it did, and he lost little time tweaking some
controls on his binoculars. Changing the setting back to
infrared, he adjusted the sensitivity level so that the big
angels wouldn't white out the screen. He wouldn't be able to
spot small, low intensity heat sources like humans, but that
wouldn't matter. It was nearly impossible to miss an angel.
Yeah. No kidding.
He cheered privately to see that Nerv-Russia had at least
one Evangelion still going. Maybe they had a chance after all.
Nah.
Vladislav babbled incoherently, stumbling backwards into
the snow. His hand reached for a weapon that wasn't there,
having been lost since he'd gotten knocked out so long ago.
He's screwed.
Frowning, it tried again.
He started backing away slowly. "No, no, I can't hear you.
Leave me alone, monster, thing, whatever you are."
He never got a third chance.
Told you so.
Interesting. things are certainly moving along. Hope to see more.
D.B. Sommer
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