Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

Fear, fear, fear... Waves of fear and uncertainty rise from somewhere inside.

Are you a kid or not? Get ready! Damn, the mind, honor and conscience of the Japanese nation!.. Couldn't you have found someone better? The third Child, damn it... A father like that, and a son like that, is a wimp... Shinji, your samurai ancestors are turning over in their coffins right now!..

But on the other hand, they're just going to throw me to the slaughter, trying to find a way out of a completely hopeless situation... Just because there are no other options — either I climb into Eve and kill the Angel, or the Angel in question destroys everything here to the ground... And it doesn't matter what my name is now — Shinji or Victor, Gendo just needs at least some kind of pilot, and he doesn't really care about the specific personality of the performer...

"My father doesn't need me. No one needs me at all," someone else's thought came.

And then I suddenly exploded.

"What?! To hell with your father! Why don't you get it, or what? If Object A breaks through here, there will be a world war! And even if it doesn't break through, do you know how many victims there will be? Do you hear me, you freak? Don't you care about them? Then why shouldn't I? Don't run away from the answer! The imbecile is a minor... His own self, you see, is more precious to him than the lives of ordinary people... Yes, at the front, people like you would have been immediately put in the penalty boxes or put against the wall!"

"But are we at war?"

"And where else?! In the fucking war! On her own! Answer me now— do you want to accept this responsibility? I don't hear an answer!"

Indifference, bitterness, resentment, confusion instead of an answer.

Everything is clear with you...

The apathy and despondency in Shinji's performance is so familiar to me, as if I've known him all my life...

Or maybe I just know these feelings too? It's not clear, but one thing I clearly know is that this is not the right mindset right now. There is no need to be offended and whine, but to be angry. Or, as I usually did in critical situations, stay calm... "Calm... Calm, I said." There's no hope for Shinji... Oh well! Then I'll act on my own...

"But... But even Ayanami needed more than seven months to fully synchronize with Eva!" Misato exclaimed in despair. "He can't fly, because he just arrived!"

"He should just sit inside and nothing else," her father's calm voice. "Shinji should be able to handle it, I'm sure of it."

"But..."

"Our task now is to stop Object A. We need anyone who can pilot Eva, even if his synchronization is very low... Do you understand, Captain Katsuragi? Or are you suggesting that we put Eva Ayanami in the cabin after getting her out of intensive care?

"Misato fell silent dejectedly."

I looked up at the ceiling, looking for Gendo's figure.

"Father, are all your orders discussed in this way? Then you don't have much discipline in that nerve of yours..." Katsuragi looked at me with real horror.

"That's a good idea, son," Gendo answered me thoughtfully. "It's good that you understand the current situation..." Okay, now I can't overplay it, otherwise this old schemer will quietly take me out somehow...

"...Although the idea is, of course, too reckless, in my opinion," I immediately expressed my concerns. "This is the first time I've seen this car, and how can I fight on it? I do not know how to control it, what it is capable of — you have no performance TTC characteristics (approx. tactical and technical characteristics) were not given to me... Why wasn't I trained for such battles?"

"It's nothing. They'll explain everything to you. If you're ready to manage Eve, we won't waste any time, but if you're not, leave!"

"Uh, no..." I drawled, grinning. "Fuck you, you're going to get rid of me now." The floor shook under his feet, and the liquid in the pool began to agitate.

"He's already here," Gendo said calmly.

"Shinji, there's no time to think." Akagi added.

"So what are we waiting for? Go ahead! Drang nah Western!" (Note. (German) Drang nah Western. The onslaught on the west. Victor paraphrased the name of the famous German doctrine "The Onslaught on the East")

Get ready and fight! It's too late to retreat now, and if I do die in battle, then the real Shinji sitting somewhere inside me will most likely die with me. Do you hear me, old man? Come on, get together too — from now on and forever and ever, you and I are in the same boat. You can sit like a dead weight, the main thing is not to try to do anything — I think it will only get worse... Do you understand me? A hesitant, but still affirmative nod from somewhere in the depths of consciousness. That's great, that's great... ...Somewhere on the edge of his brain, someone else's thought flashed: "Don't run away, don't run away, don't run away..." — Shinji was somewhere nearby...

I'm sorry, old man, but it has to be this way. I'm not the coolest person in this world, but at least I'll try to teach you something. It sucks that I didn't find such a teacher at the time... I do not know how long I will be here, but I will try to give you something. Don't count on toughness and strength, but at least calmness and confidence won't hurt you.

In order not to retreat, Shinji, it's not enough just not to run away — you can go back and step... So what does that mean?

So, don't take a step back! Stand to the death!

...Before my eyes, as if in reality, I saw a shot from the movie "Liberation", where Marshal Zhukov, played by actor Ulyanov, scolds some commander...

Cooling is completed. The right arm is fixed...

Ready to dock with the catapult...

The plug is removed!..

Roger that, we're introducing a contact capsule...

There is a fix!..

The first stage of synchronization...

Fill the contact capsule!..

The male and female voices alternated-it was probably Maya and Hyuga. Or maybe Shigeru, the inseparable trio of technicians from the command center, I had not yet seen and could not distinguish them by their voices.

At the moment, I was in a kind of cockpit... Well, let's have a fighter jet. The internal volume is not too large, the pilot's seat is a couch with a comfortable headrest. The central ledge, where, in theory, there should have been some monitors and devices (but for some reason they were not), a pair of comfortable joystick handles on the sides, as if they were lying in your hands. The only thing that bothered me was the dull gray metal-plastic inner surface of the contact capsule. No portholes, let alone windows with blinds...

It was somewhat unusual to sit in the pilot's seat, although it was quite comfortable. There was a hoop with neural clamps on my head, which looked more like a girly hairpin — I even tried to protest against it, but, alas... Oh, well... that's it. And that's what it is...

"Hey, what's up?!" I exclaimed involuntarily as some yellowish liquid began to pour over my feet.

There was a distinct smell of blood in the capsule.

LSL, fuck it...

Damn, I'm not even wearing a contact suit, that's the end of my clothes... Although it's not even bad — I'll knock normal clothes out of bati... But still, panic seized me — I don't like water. I can't swim and I don't want to, but it's already overwhelming, damn it! Miraculously, he managed to inhale air and cover his nose and mouth with his hand.

"Calm down," Ritsko's voice came from somewhere in his head. "This is LSL, it will fill your lungs and supply your body with oxygen." Yeah, and it will give my breath an unforgettable fragrance... What if I drown? Okay, okay, if it's necessary, then it's necessary...

...I forced myself to open my eyes and took my hand away from my face. Panic and more panic, when this filth poured into my mouth and lungs, it seemed like another moment and I would suffocate! My throat and lungs spasmed wildly as my body tried to reject the foreign stuff. I instinctively clutched at my throat, but then LSL filled my lungs and esophagus. Phew... I breathed a sigh of relief (?!) — it really wasn't difficult to breathe, it seemed like everything was as usual, and there was no fluid in my lungs.

...Damn, but it's all so fucking creepy! Besides, there was a nasty taste of blood and metal on his tongue.

"Ugh, that's disgusting," I almost spat. "I couldn't talk with my lungs and larynx full of fluid, but my thoughts were very clear..."

"Stop whining! Act like a man!" Katsuragi's voice also rang in my head. Apparently, this is the LSL (or the most?..) somehow it provides me with a connection to the control room... Misato, you would have tried this dirty trick yourself, you would not have spoken like that...

"...Connecting to the main power supply." Apply voltage to all circuits.

"Start the first stage of synchronization." At the same moment, the light inside the cabin went out, only a pair of duty lamps flickered faintly orange due to the glare.

However, very soon, waves of radiance began to roll across the inner surface of the contact capsule, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow. Then, after a bright flash of white light, the walls of the contact capsule turned into a kind of continuous viewing screens.

"There is! We proceed to the second stage of synchronization. The connection to the A-10 nerve is in working condition..."

The next moment, a tremor swept through his entire body, and his arms and legs were twisted with slight cramps. Pain shot through my spine and skull, but after a moment I felt my Eve as if it were a part of me. Every inch of armor, every muscle and cell...

The experience is simply unforgettable! How can I describe it? Very, very difficult... Sharpness and clarity of vision, the feeling of a mighty force spread throughout the body. And lightness, an unusual lightness in half with... No, I can't convey it!..

"The second stage of synchronization has been successfully completed. The pilot made regular contact with Evangelion-01. All nerve connections have been successfully established. The intensity of nerve impulses and harmonics are normal. Deviations are within acceptable limits. The synchronization level is 43.1%. Evangelion-01 is activated!"

Wow, the synchronization level seems to be higher than in the real world (damn, what a real world! ..).

"Great. Set the interface language to Japanese."

Hey, is there going to be a system conflict? I think I'm thinking in Russian... Or not anymore?

"I don't understand..."

Probably not, though... Maybe the real Shinji has become something like a synchro translator in my head?

"The contact went fine. Connect the feedback lines."

"Prepare for launch, remove the latches."

"The clamps are removed."

"Remove the blocking bridge..."

"Unlock the hydraulic locks..."

"Remove the main and additional racks..."

"Release the fastenings from the first to the fifteenth."

"The internal batteries are charged..."

"The input for the external power supply is normal..."

"Eva-01, to the catapult!"

I felt my Evangelion begin to move towards the wall. So, there is a fixation of me in the launch catapult... I wonder if it's electromagnetic?..

"The mine is free!"

"Ready to launch!"

"Shinji, are you ready?"

Judging by Misato's agitated voice, they're in serious trouble and running out of time. How else to explain the fact that a completely leftist type is being shoved into a combat vehicle without any hesitation and such hopes are pinned on him?..

Stop. But I'm going into battle now...

Oh well! There will never be two deaths, and there will always be one! All it takes is to get out of the ground and punch one alien freak. For a man who has just jumped from one world to another, just spit!

"That's right."

"Great. Launch!"

Misato's scream coincides with a sharp jolt and increasing acceleration-I'm literally being shot up. Fuck! Not a bad overload, however! I hate all these rides!

The walls of the launch shaft are rapidly rushing past — damn, how deep were we sitting?! Boom! I'm jolted, and Eve finally stops.

Ugh...

It was a narrow, dark room. I wonder if I'm claustrophobic by any chance? But even if it wasn't, after sitting in this box for a while longer, I will definitely earn it. Hey, let me out of here!..

I was about to think it out loud, but then two thick doors opened right in front of me. Eve was rigidly fixed in the upper stage, located inside a building right in the middle of the city, and not far away he could be seen — an Angel. Standing right in front of me, a hideous green leather, maybe five hundred meters away, is just a couple of steps of Evangelion.

He shoots green rays at the ground from two hands at once, making his way into the Geofront — and he's already dug a pretty big excavation, the parasite...

Well, that's it, guys — my way out. Come on, unlock me at last — now we'll see what kind of liver these Angels have...

...My heart was beating fast and hard, and my arms and legs began to cramp — still, despite all my pretense, I was very afraid of the upcoming fight. Can I win without the berserker? I don't know... Shinji, Yu, can you hear me? I am not doing this for myself, but for you who live in this world. I'm just as much an invention to you as you are to me, but right now we're all in this together... Aren't we fighting to save others? It means that our cause is just, and the enemy will be defeated...

Damn it, I still managed to soak up the pathos of Ritsuko and Misato...

"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy will be done both in heaven and on earth... Defend yourself from the evil that lurks, from the evil-minded enemy..." my lips began to involuntarily whisper an inept but sincere prayer. I'm not that religious, but there are times when I just want to believe...

"Are you ready, Shinji?" Misato's excited voice is in my head.

"Yes, comrade Captain" I blurted out involuntarily.

Unlock the safety lock! Evangelion-01, go ahead!

The clamps came off safely, and I felt that I was already standing without any support. It made me go cold, and Eve staggered a little.

"Shinji. Now just try to imagine that you're walking" Ritsuko said calmly.

From these words, I suddenly calmed down abruptly. Everything is bound to happen.

"...Synchronization is 46% and continues to grow!" Somewhere on the edge of hearing, a voice slid by.

Calm, just calm.

I flexed my shoulders a little, clenched and unclenched my fists, moved my arms -Eva obeyed my slightest thought, and obeyed perfectly. Well, almost. The delay between the mental command and the required movement was completely minuscule, in my opinion. Zero One was like an extension of myself-no levers or steering wheels were needed, just my thoughts and reflexes, and the control knobs in the cockpit were probably there solely to calm me down...