Amidst the serene expanse of the cosmos, there was calm. The infinite void stretched out like an untouched meadow, a realm untouched by sound or life, save for the shimmering artifacts that occasionally caught the light. One such artifact was a black cross, suspended in the dark abyss—a soul adrift in the space.
With a graceful motion, a pair of white gloves slid a screen aside, revealing a sprawling control panel. Nimble fingers danced across the buttons, deftly manipulating the controls, before expertly minimizing the display.
"The target has been located. We'll proceed as planned. Launch the Units!" A commanding voice resonated from a platform, belonging to a woman who had weathered a decade of unrelenting warfare, unceasing loss, and uncountable betrayals—all for the sake of one solitary human being. Was it just? After all the hardships this individual had endured, fairness seemed elusive. Yet, circumstances had a way of skewing perceptions.
This woman, her arms folded, was adorned in a crimson captain's jacket adorned with black buttons, capped by a matching red beret. Behind dark glasses, her gaze remained as enigmatic as the cosmic void they traversed, watching over the unfolding drama from her elevated vantage point.
"Launching SE Unit 8 and Beta unit MT02!" Another voice chimed in, a touch more mature but still femenine.
Two units, each equipped with pointed shields, streaked away from a central rocket towards the looming, enigmatic black cross. One was cloaked in shades of red, adorned with black and gray mechanical components, while the other, sporting a simpler pink and yellow palette, boasted specialized arm attachments designed for combat effectiveness and propulsion.
As they ascended to a certain altitude, engines roared to life. The rocket surged upward.
"Starting," announced the rocket's systems.
"S1C, end of combustion. Slowdown confirmed."
"First stage engines are ready," followed the uncoupling of rocket and engines, their remnants drifting aimlessly in the cosmic abyss.
"Roger, combustion timer in automatic mode."
"Starting second stage engines," continued the relentless push into space, followed by the engines' eventual disengagement.
"Combustion of S1C complete."
"Closing pressure valve."
"Second stage, release thrusters." All engines and boosters cut free, marking the next phase of their journey.
"Deceleration completed, preparing final orbital insertion operation."
"Inverted header, RCS in rotation mode, angle of descent confirmed, drifted within range."
"Check altitude."
"All good, successful orbit adjustment ready to go."
"Ship 02 start trajectory intersection."
"Local manual checks, good luck," echoed the pre-launch checklist.
Inside one of the units, a woman donned a crimson helmet and suit, both showing signs of wear and tear. Amidst the controls, she adjusted her trajectory, focused on her mission.
"80 seconds for contact!"
"Target confirmed, coordinates unchanged."
"Ship 02, contact imminent, given unit 08's altitude, it will only have 96 seconds to support you."
An alarm blared inside the unit, and panels lit up with warnings.
"Reflected waves in target area, imminent attack!"
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Evangelion - Beyond Apocalypse - Part 2
FanfictionContinuation of the first book. The world has now been affected by the third impact and Shinji will have to witness the consequences of his actions.
