Scott Jamison wrote:
This will be in "parts" rather than "chapters" since I'm going
to skip over the bits that are just like regular Eva.
Alrighty.
"Okay." Shinji paused. "Hey, this is Tokyo-3, right, and
the original city was pretty much Tokyo-1. So what happened to
Tokyo-2?"
"That's classi--" replied Misato automatically. "No, you're in
NERV now, you should be cleared for this. They built Tokyo-2, it was
completed--and then the whole thing vanished without a trace.
Buildings, vehicles, equipment and all. Good thing only Commander
Sinclair was in there. He was in charge of NERV before your father."
"Oh, yeah, my old man. So, why's he bothering to admit I
exist?"
Misato shook her head. Little brat. "You'll see when we
get there, Shinji. It's not easily explainable."
"...Right."
A: Why the break in formatting here?
B: I wasn't sure where this fic was going, until I caught the B-5
reference. You, Sir, WIN. That was beautiful.
"Yo, old man, if you wanted me to be a giant robot pilot,
wouldn't it have been a good idea to have someone *train* me in
mecha piloting first?!"
Heh. Hehehe. Heheheheh.
Shinji flexed the fingers of Unit-01. "Ready as I guess I'm
going to be, Auntie."
"That's 'Big Sis--', er, you should call me 'Captain' when
we're on the job."
Requisite old-lady joke. Aces.
Misato blinked. "Big...flaming...sword?"
"All the giant robots in the cartoons have big flaming swords!
It's a tradition."
"Uh, hold on a moment..." Misato hit the 'mute' button,
and was talking to someone offscreen as Shinji got up.
Oh, this is _great_.
Minor nit: An elipses that terminates a sentence has four periods in it,
not three.
Shinji started running for the indicated area, wishing he
knew a ch'i attack. If that would work in this thing.
The Angel caught up to him just as Shinji reached the
storehouse, grabbed Unit-01 and ripped its arm off.
Shinji screamed, and everything went black.
Ending feels rushed. Not quite as good as the rest of the fic.
TO BE CONTINUED
Comments, questions?
See above. :)
SKJAM!