The JASDF, the air/space branch of the Japan Self-Defense Forces. Among such a defence is a high-tech specialised force codenamed the EAF, or 'Evangelion Air Force' - this team who pilot fighter jets that have been discontinued but retrofitted with...
In the Medical Wing of the EAF Airbase, in one of the medical rooms, an occupant is lying on the medical bed, a breathing mask on and heart monitor equipment as well. The brunette lying in bed was breathing softly and heavily as he lay in the bed. Luckily, he has no bruising or anything across his body, and nothing else broken. Braedey's blue eyes flutter as consciousness began to return to him. He lightly groaned from the light hitting his face. He then looks to see he has a breathing mask on him, connected to a ventilator.
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'The Medical Wing again... Must've blacked out again.' Braedey thought to himself, him internally wincing and groaning. 'If this happens again, I don't think I'll be able to stay here long and keep flying.' He could only wince and sigh. 'I can only imagine what's going on with everyone else. Here I am, unfit to fly...'
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"Two flights, both ending in failure. Both times, the pilot fell unconscious from over 4Gs of force, and lack of commitment to the mission or the flight of the aircraft."
Misato and Ritsuko were both standing before Commander Travis, the two women in the latter's own chambers, which happened to be a darkened room with unique patterns lining the floor, walls and roof. The Commander sat at his desk, his hands intertwined together as he gave a dark glare at the two women.
"Commander, it's only been just two flights." Misato began to speak up. "Perhaps he just needs some time."
"Time is the thing we are to worry about." Ritsuko now countered to Misato. "If any separatist forces attempts an attack, we'd be completely ill-prepared, and I doubt that Nitro Zeus will be able to handle it all on his own." She looks to Deputy Commander Jerry Fuyutsuki. "Has there been any word on the other pilots?"
"The American pilot under the callsign of 'Dracula' has completed his weapons training and has passed with flying colours. He'll be ready to deploy at a moment's notice." Deputy Commander Fuyutsuki informed. "German pilot by callsign 'Eva' is undergoing her final training before being given her offical wings."
"You two. I was hoping to see something out of this pilot you had brought over, but all I got was nothing but disappointment." Commander Travis grunted, the two women silenced as they look to him. "I did not end up where I am today and wear these medals to have the name of the Evangelion Air Force be sullied by a disgrace to the Martin name!" He stood up and looked at both Misato and Ritsuko. "You two are to get this mess sorted out and get that pilot out there flying like a real pilot, not in the manner that I've seen as of now."
"With all due respect, Commander." Ritsuko spoke up. "Even if you did wish for Braedey to fly in the same manner as that of Nick Jupiter, he's unable to stay conscious during high-G turns, dives, or rolls. He can only stay conscious below 4Gs-"
"Enough." Commander Travis silences Ritsuko and gives a darkened glare. "Either you find a solution in the next 120 hours, or you find yourself off the airbase, both of you." He glared at Misato and Ritsuko. "Now get out." With that, both women wisely left the room, leaving the Commander with his Second-in-Command Jerry Fuyutsuki.
