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Betrayal	By : misato29 Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 9741 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion or any of the characters in this story. I have no financial interest, expect no money, etc. I wrotes this for my own pleasure. Comments are most welcome.

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It was to be their fifth and final day at NERV’s Lunar Advance Base 3. Originally, EVA development was planned for an off Earth facility, but the member nations of the U.N. insisted that the Evangelions remain open to on-site inspection. So N-LAB3 was abandoned.

With the EVA repair budget being diverted by SEELE, recovery of the abandoned fabrication equipment on the moon became an economic necessity. Dr. Akagi could not be spared to oversee salvage operations, but fortunately there was another person capable of determining which equipment was worth recovering.

Lt. Maya Ibuki assembled a crew and at the last minute a supernumerary was added as her personal assistant. This mostly meant having someone along to crate up incomprehensible objects and prepare the rations for the rest of the team.

Misato felt that one of her pilots deserved a break and besides, what teenage boy wouldn’t love to explore the moon?

The Pilot Briefing:

… Ayanami commented that the assignment would undoubtedly give “…Pilot Ikari invaluable experience in near space operations.”

Asuka’s response was far less analytical. “Sure, daddy’s little boy gets the all-expense paid vacation package while the more deserving of us have to stay here and do the real work. Don’t tell me that there isn’t nepotism at work here. And preferential treatment! And… and… favoritism!”

“Excuse me Pilot Langley,” interrupted Ayanami.

“And sexism! Huh… What??

“I believe your objections are somewhat redundant.”

Oh shut up. I wasn’t talking to you.” Turning back to Misato, her tone changed. “Misato-oooo. You can see this is soooo totally unfair, can’t you?”

“But Asuka-aaaa,” Misato cooed. “We’re already sending one pretty girl to the moon with Shinji.” Then, batting her eyes, “Are you afraid that Maya-chan will steal your lover?”

Asuka began to splutter incoherently.

“Excuse me, Captain Katsuragi. Perhaps there a sexual compatibility requirement that Pilot Langley is unable to satisfy? Because if so, then I am sure…”

“I told you to shut up! There are human beings talking over here!”

“I was only trying to say that the since the team consists of a dozen other males, then I am sure that Pilot Langley could find at least one she is able to sexually satis…”

Asuka screamed and lunged, but tripped over Misato who had already fallen on the floor, whooping in hysterics.

Ayanami then suggested adjourning the briefing until Pilot Langley could meet privately with the male members of the crew to make her choice, or rather let them make their choice.

In review, Misato thought that this was a better than average briefing.

The moon made Shinji sick. Everything had that omnipresent moondust smell of burnt gunpowder. Ironically, zero-G was no problem for him but he found difficulty eating or sleeping in the moon’s reduced gravity. And privacy in the toilet was limited to draping a towel across his knees. He hated that.

Maya tried to be sympathetic. She had been on the moon before and found it exhilarating.

Mixed Feelings:

Shinji had mixed feeling about Maya. Well, he had mixed feelings about all the adults in his life. He was in awe of her drive, her amazing stamina and technical expertise. “How does she keep up with Ritsuko?” he wondered. “How could anyone keep up with her demands?” And if Ritsuko was a polymath genius, whatever the hell that meant… didn’t that mean that Maya had to be one also? Yet Maya seemed so down-to-earth. She was filled with optimism. But more importantly, she was the one who stood up for the pilots. She was the one who monitored their condition. Maybe the only one at NERV who really cared…

Dr. Akagi was self-assured, distant, analytical and ruthless. Maya worshipped Ritsuko. Shinji suspected that whatever Ritsuko was now, that was what Maya would eventually become. The thought made him a little sad. But for now, Shinji thought he could trust Maya, at least she hadn’t betrayed him the way the others did, the way everyone did eventually…

No, he was sure that she hadn’t betrayed him. Not yet.

The quake rolled over the crater containing N-LAB3 like the end of the world in slow motion. Even piloting the EVA in combat did not prepare Shinji for the utter randomness of the disaster. There were no words to describe the experience. Later, Shinji would tell Something Ken-something, “It was like surfing backwards on a pogo stick… in an elevator… on an ice flow… during a tidal wave of mud. And, oh yeah, there was also a typhoon.” Something Ken-something didn’t respond. He had been there, after all.

“And it was dark.”

An alarm… Maya’s reflexes and training kicked into overdrive. With a minimum of motion and a maximum of efficiency she went from full sleep to fully suited-up in less than 30 seconds. There were still enough seconds left to help Shinji lock and adjust his helmet. But then her supply of remaining seconds ran out.

The wall panels distorted and blew outwards in a shriek of escaping atmosphere. Maya was thrown hard up against one of the support beams as everything else was sucked into the vacuum - the cots, spare suits, her data pad and the wildly flapping pages of a romance novel buffeted her as they flew past before disappearing into the darkness… along with Shinji. She had tried to grab him. Her gauntleted hand momentarily brushed against his. But she couldn’t hold onto him.

Something dark,

Something silent,

Something very massive

Slammed down on her from above.

“I tried… Please… sempai… Not… disappointed. Please…I tried.”

After a timeless interval of bouncing through tumbling dust and rubble, Shinji tried to stand. Just as he was able to struggle back to his feet, he was tackled from behind. “What the hell ref?” he moaned, “Suzahara fouled me again!” But it wasn’t Toji. It was one of the shuttle pilots. To be more precise, it was the pin-wheeling upper half of a pilot, flash-frozen, decompression exploded.

That’s when the second, more violent quake rolled through the crater. Boulders the size of houses, buried for a million years shivered free from the lunar soil and danced across the surface of the moon. Shinji avoided one only to be bounced into the path of another, then another. He was sure they were chasing him.

“It’s so damn quiet, there should be noise, screaming or something,” he thought.

“Oh. Oh, good. Now I hear something.”

“Hsssssssssssssssss,” said Shinji’s suit.

Another timeless interval, Shinji was talking to the pilot, embarrassed that he still couldn’t remember the pilot’s name. Then, “I know it, I know your name. Ken…? Ken-something… right? Right, Something Ken-something?” To himself he mumbled, “Something Ken-something? Really? Is that the best I can do?”

“Hsssssssssssssssss,” agreed Shinji’s suit.

Pilot Socialization:

Ayanami would have known the pilot’s name only if he was one of the techs specifically assigned to her EVA. She would have addressed him by title and appropriate honorific as a preface to conversation, such as “Second Assistant Shuttle Pilot Something Ken-something-san, please check the calibration on the aft linkages. We appear to be about to explode.” That would have been as much of personal conversation as she was capable of.

To that, Shinji’s suit would have said “Hsssssssssssssssss.”

Asuka’s problem was evolution. The pinnacle of evolution was the EVA pilot, didn’t everyone know that? Well, of course there could only be one such perfect pilot… Herself, Asuka! The rest of humanity, including mere shuttle pilots, existed only as far as they supported (or hindered) Humanity’s Brightest All Star-Top Gun-Hot-Shot Alpha-Dog EVA Pilot. As far as she would have known, Something Ken-something was faceless. And calling him “Something Ken-something” was a better name than “Hey, you” or “You there.”

After all, Shinji lived with Asuka and most days she called him “Hey you, stupid!” That was assuming she would even speak to him that day.” Shinji accepted her calling him that. But he didn’t have to like it.

Indignantly, Shinji’s suit replied, “Hsssssssssssssssss.”

Shinji knew Something Ken-something by name. He knew that he had a family, a wife and a son. He just couldn’t recall their names. At NERV, Shinji knew everyone’s name, but he didn’t have much to say to anybody. He didn’t know how to talk to people. People intimidated him. And these were experienced professionals, technical experts and he was just some dumb kid. The NERV crew mistook his shyness for standoffishness.

“Hsssssssssssssssss,” said Shinji’s suit in sympathy.

“Oh, just shut up!” Shinji told his suit

Shinji could never quite remember the order of events. His conscious brain had shut down, like in his first sortie in the EVA. But this time there was no enemy to focus on. The violence around him was all so – random. It wasn’t an Angel attack, it was the universe that was trying to kill him. “I could fight Sachiel, but how can I fight the universe?” He hoped that Something Ken-something would talk to him, tell him how to survive. But he had lost sight of the corpse. “Probably wouldn’t want to talk to me anyway. I don’t think he liked me.” Then, “Why should he?”

His suit “Hsssssssssssssssss-ed ” it’s agreement.

The black-gray-smoke-fog of lunar dust & debris wouldn’t settle.

Drag, another step.

Drag, another step.

Trip and fall.

Strain

“Hsssssssssssssssss”

Drag, another step

Stop.

Drag, another step

Trip and fall.

“Hsssssssssssssssss”

It was Something Ken-something’s fault, wasn’t it? Shinji was tired of dragging him. Even in the lighter gravity the disturbed surface of the moon made trying to move a nightmare. And Something Ken-something was a dead weight. “I’ll just leave him… just leave him." The, "Its not my fault you have no legs.” He glanced at Something Ken-something. “Oh, there they are! You found your legs… Why should I keep dragging you?”

“Hssssss?” asked his suit.

Shinj’s suit wasn’t saying much to him anymore.

Then it said, “Hss.”

“Bye. You’re on your own, Ken.”

Drag, another step

Stop.

Drag, another step

Trip and fall.
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