Critical Changes | By : Asukalover88 Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 17540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“They’ll be here tomorrow Misato, so don’t forget to pick them up.” Ritsuko mentioned demandingly as she watched the captain from her computer. Misato smiled lopsidedly as she sipped her drink and hit a cigarette.
“Don’t worry Rissy I’ll get them…” Misato teased with a striking pose as smoke crept up from her mouth.
You're not bored with the other already are you, Ritsuko Dear?” The Major sneered not ready to let up on the good doctor.
“We don’t know how long until the next angel attacks and after what happen to Shinji after his... breakdown, we need to assemble the other Evangelion pilots quickly.” It had almost been a complete disaster with the first angel attack after Shinji’s total mental breakdown left him in a coma. The girls managed to destroy the angel but at a heavy cost. Rei was laid up for a week and Asuka’s Eva was almost destroyed in the process. Hikari had started training but was far from Rei and Asuka sync levels.
“So, who’s coming to join our little Nerv family?” Misato asked carelessly as she rounded Ritsuko and stared at the computer screen as the pilot’s names, pictures, and backgrounds scrolled down.
“Ella and Zoe Arnold, England. The sixth child, pilot of unit 7.”
“The Sixth child?”
Misato though as she only saw one picture.
Liverpool, England
“Miss Arnold?” A brown uniformed British woman asked patiently as she waited outside of one of Britain’s most secure and guarded zones anywhere in the whole Island of the U.K.
“Please come in.” An innocent voice replied sweetly as a young girl stirred softly in her chair. The woman outside opened the door and walked in swiftly.
“Are you ready?” The ranking officer took two steps as Ella looked into the mirror, fixing her hair.
“Miss Abby.” Ella knew instinctively as the tall woman’s hazel eyes looked over her skinny, white-haired girl.
“Elly…, you can‘t stay locked up in your room, this order is from the top, you have to go.” Major Dawson’s crisp English tone was as strict and stern as any male in the British military and she had taught Elly everything, from piloting her Eva, running stimulations ,to her sync tests that were improving at a staggering rate, but she was always there.
She was the best the English branch of NERV had to offer.
“They don’t need us, and there are plenty of others you can send!” Elly protested firmly as she stomped her foot still fixing her hair.
“Why us?”
A voice murmured inside Elly's head.
“I don’t want to leave, I want to stay here.” Elly’s own national pride sparked alive as she wanted to stay in the U.K. and... She didn’t want to leave either.
“They can't make US!”
The voice got louder in Ella's mind. They wanted to protect their own country, the Island, not to go fight foolishly off in Tokyo-3. They didn’t care about NERV HQ; she had the 4th branch to guard and now her own country was making her leave. Ella turned slowly in her chair as her face twisted spitefully.
“This is'in a game Zoe.” Dawson moved closer as she could sense the other getting ready to take over.
“Ya'll can fuckin' burn! FUCKIN' ROTTEN CUNT!!!” Zoe screamed as she threw her comb at the major. At this, Dawson dodged the comb and for the first time raised her hand to Ella. Zoe was on her feet in a second as she gripped the Major’s wrist tightly and she shook her head.
“Damn you Zoe!!!” Ella stood unblinking as a dark smile crept up the young girl’s pretty face, her white eyes glared like a snowstorm.
Abby knew all about Ella…
And Zoe’s...
Split personalizes, it was something most people couldn’t understand or put up with but their split minds and energy waves gave them a special long and closer range attack modes in there tri-tread EVA, with a long range cannon on her right for Ella and a monstrous power claw on left that was specially designed for Zoe. Most wondered how could this girl even control an EVA went she could barely control herself?
“Cheeky you, goin’ fuckin’ hit me Rrr’ya?” Zoe's dirty scouse kept her smiling as she started mouthing off again.
“I-I-I wasn’t” Dawson stuttered as she loosened her arm.
“Ya' 'ear us, we don't wanna go!” Zoe snapped viciously, she would do or say any to protect Ella and Abby knew it. Elly always let Zoe take over in stressful times of anger or depression and she loved every second of it.
“Get your things ready you two! And have box up what you don‘t want. You’re going to Tokyo-3 kicking and screaming for all I care and that’s final!!!” Abby yelled with reason as Elly’s milky white eyes at glared at the major. The woman turned on a dime, headed back for the door and stepped into the hall without another word.
“They hate US!!!”
Ella and Zoe’s eyes watered up to the only person they had admired and respected, was about to send her away.
Ella’s body twitched as Zoe smashed the first thing she got her hands on.
Then they started crying.
“But Miss Abby…”
“…We don't want to leave...”
Back in Tokyo-3
“Who else do we have?” Misato whispered pleasantly as she set her chin on Ritsuko’s shoulder and pouted.
“Josephine D. Ferguson, the 8th child, pilot of unit 8.”
San Diego, U.S.A.
“Slow down Jo!!!” A girl yelled insanely, tightening her grip on the body in front of her as her “friend” Jo raced her extremely fast crotch-rocket on the sunny freeway 5 of San Diego, smirking wildly.
“Don’t be such a damn cry baby Lena, look, we’re almost there.” Jo assured loudly, pointing off to the right as she bobbed and weaved in and out of traffic. An 8th branch outpost was just off the highways as Jo sped up even more. All of a sudden sirens wailed on behind them as she pulled onto an off ramp.
“Jo! It’s the goddamn cops, slow down and pull over.” Lena whined feebly as she knew Jo would do no such thing.
“I’ve saved your asses more time then I can count, so you can jus’ kiss my ass you fuckin' PIGS!!!” Jo yelled triumphantly as she flew the bird and split between two taxi cabs with ease. Jo rounded a corner to the right, darted 100 yards and then took a sharp turn down a narrow alley.
“Jesus, JO!!!” Lena squeezed Jo tightly; paper and trash blew around the two girls as the end of the alley came closer.
“Jo…, Jo slow down the streets coming up, Jo! JO!!!” Lena screamed wildly.
“HHIIYYEEAAHH!!!” Jo burst back onto the street with total disregard for people on the sidewalk as cars and trucks screeched and honked, causing half a dozen fender benders. Jo laughed brightly as she knew she had just missed getting her and her friend killed at least 10 times just now.
“Better than any video game, huh Lena?” Jo mocked jokingly as Lena groaned from the crazy ride.
“Why I’m I even friends with this psycho?”
A hidden gate along a strip mall opened as the girls passed through it at an over-paced speed.
“See? Safe and sound.” Blue lights lit the black tunnel hazily as Jo continued to the underground base entrance. The hazel-eyed girl slowed at the security post as two guards stood watch.
“ID’s?” The first guard asked as the other leveled off his rifle. Jo and Lena produced their ID’s as the guard cleared them.
“Thank you ladies.” Jo kicked her bike into gear and passed through the gates as she could see down the road that a roadblock had been put up.
“What’s this?” Jo wondered curiously as she slowed down again for more guards.
“What’s going on?” Lena asked the guard as he looked at a picture in his hand.
“Miss Ferguson, you’re going to need to come with us, it’s a matter of importances.” The guard reported as he moved forward with another sentry.
“I’m not going fucking anywhere, it’s my day off!” Jo protested loudly as she shifted up in her seat.
“Please jus’ come with us.” One of the guards made a grab for the girl’s forearm as Jo let herself be pulled off the bike. Smirking eagerly, the black-haired girl suddenly punched the first guard to the left and kicked another in the balls.
“Ohhhh Jo….” Lena sighed lowly as she shook her head. Jo continued her hand-to-hand combat with the other sentinels as they encircled her with weapons drawn.
“THAT’S ENOUGH JO!!!” A hard female voice bellowed as Jo looked up to the voice.
“C-Captain Manson?!?” Jo’s voice quivered a little as she came to attention instantly, along with the rest. Captain Robin Mason marched up to the young girl as the woman looked straight-faced and angry as hell. Jo knew the look, she should have smiled and cooperated with the guard’s request, but the asshole had grabbed her and then like always, she had to do things the hard way.
“Lena, take Jo’s bike and go home now, the rest of you, dismissed!” Jo’s Captain gripped her arm tightly as she dragged her off to her awaiting sports car.
“Jo this is very important, you’re going to NERV HQ.” Robin announced swiftly as they got into the car.
“Japan? Why? They got enough pilots.” Jo moaned carelessly as Robin put the car in drive and headed for the main base farer down the way.
“Jo, I’m your friend, but I’m also your commanding officer, this is from the top Steele so you’re going and that’s that.” Mason commanded her voice as she knew Jo was about to give her a cunning comment.
“Or what you’ll spank me? Oh that’s right that was a dream I had the other night.” Jo sneered teasingly as she leaned in closely to Robin, breathing lightly into the woman's ear.
“You’re not funny Jo.” Robin shrugged the young girl off as she continued to watch the road.
“So, who’s coming with me?” Jo smiled evilly, dropping back into her seat as she locked her fingers behind her head and closed her eyes.
“No one, they wanted the best so that’s what they get, you’ll be under Yui Ikari command, so do what you're told and try get along with the other pilots.” Captain Mason ordered as she looked over at the sporty tomboy, slouching in her seat.
“Piece of cake, when do I leave?” Jo inquired sharply, thinking she had a week or two as she yawned aloud.
“Tonight.” Robin smiled slyly as Jo's eyes popped opened in surprise.
T.B.C…
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