Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

"Come on, come on!" Kensuke turned to me. "How did you become a pilot of this robot?

They call him Evangelion, right? I also want to become the same pilot!"

"Em... Aida, are all your couples, ugh, are the lessons going like this?"

"Oh, no, really! Well, this is social studies — we usually only talk about the Second Blow and its consequences. I think that's the most moronic subject we have, even literature will be better... But math and Japanese are tough! So. Don't talk my teeth out of it, but answer the question better."

"Yes, of course, Mr. Investigator," I answered readily. "So, I lived for fourteen years and didn't grieve, but then — bang! They called me to Tokyo 3, put me in the Evangelion, and sent me into battle..."

"Shinji, I'm asking you seriously." Aida pouted. "You're talking nonsense... Tell me you don't want to be a pilot..."

Damn, is today Holy Guessing Game Day? Why don't you believe me? I told you the whole truth!.. Although... The classic situation really smacks of nonsense... Okay, we'll figure something out now...

"You know, Aida, I almost didn't lie to you," I said. I suddenly had a revelation, and I started composing with inspiration. "Piloting is related to genetic characteristics and NERVE main efforts are related to finding suitable candidates. I was found only recently, and I really did not have time to complete the full course of studies... Why, I've never even been in Eva before that battle!.. I was sent here just for combat training, and here you are! The object A attacked!.."

"Affairs... And what kind of genetic features are important here?"

"Mmm..." I honestly thought about it. "I don't even know how — I wasn't privy to this, and it's probably a national secret..."

"Maybe I'll be good for them after all." Aida said hopefully and breathlessly.

"Maybe... Maybe..."

If I'm not mistaken, then the whole second A is a collection of potential pilots, so there would be Eves, but there will be pilots...

I felt a little stuffy, and I decided to unbutton my jacket...

I shouldn't have. Kensuke's eyes instantly turned into saucers.

"A gun?! The real one?!"

"Thh", I put my finger to my lips. "NERVE officers are supposed to have personal weapons according to the Regulations."

I wonder what is really written about this in the Charter of NERVE?..

"I want to serve in the NERVE," Aida said decisively.

* * *

The six lessons flew by unexpectedly quickly, although it was probably habit-it was much easier to sit out fifty minutes of a lesson than a couple of hours and a half. After the first day at school, I even felt some uncharacteristic nostalgia. Calls, lessons, homework... So, but the latter is just connected only with extremely negative memories. But in general, compared to the university, it's nothing complicated. Monstrously frivolous social studies, penmanship (hieroglyphs, fuck them!), geography (I learned a lot of new things), English, biology, history and mathematics. The latter subjects are just entertainment, even algebra — after the institute's differential equations and limits, all these equations and inequalities are sheer pampering... However, Kensuke was just shocked when, out of boredom, I solved all the equations set for the lesson in about fifteen minutes.

Okay, the last couple (ugh, the lesson) ended and everyone started packing, and I didn't stay away. I threw notebooks and books into my briefcase, saved today's data on the local network on the school book, and was already on my way out...

"So, where are you going?" Aida stood in my way with the most serious look (which created the exact opposite effect).

What about the press conference?

"Oh, Get off, Aida... o cares?" I chuckled skeptically.

"And you look around," Kensuke said in a terrible whisper.

I turn around with an undiminished degree of skepticism... Oops!.. I really overreacted about the interest — the whole class, to a single person (even the headman and Toji) remained in their seats, looking at me with interest. Someone from the opposite sex already seemed to be making eyes at me (well, I'm not much of a specialist in these feminine tricks). Damn, I'm a school celebrity now!..

Hmm, I must say, this role is very new to me — I have already been a silent intellectual, a frostbitten excellent student maniac, too, but I have not yet become a universal object of interest and worship...

Extremely interesting...

"So what, are you so interested in hearing about who I am?"

In response, there was a steady buzz of positive responses. Tek-S... So what should I do? I don't know what information I can divulge and what I can't, in case I blurt something out, I can, I know myself... Oh, well, it wasn't! If anything, I'll get rid of it, there's a bi-i-ig shortage of pilots in the NERVE. Let's assume that I am now the official press secretary of the institute, conducting a PR campaign to consolidate the positive image of NERVE among the masses.

I walked behind the teacher's desk, put my briefcase on the table, and sat down, interlacing my fingers.

"Well, where do we start? Just one at a time, please..."

Damn, what started here!.. There's no order — they're all talking at once, interrupting and shouting over each other.

"Guys! Guys!.. Ahh!"

I urgently need a hammer — I'm not going to beat this whole crowd!

"COME ON, QUIET, EVERYONE!!!"

Hikari might have a voice... At least sign up for the army right now — you already have a commanding voice, and the rest will come...

"It was clearly said to speak one at a time and not yell. What is unclear?"

"Headman, why are you bossing around again— we're not in class..."

"You've become painfully talkative, Date... Have you forgotten how I covered for you? I won't do it anymore."

"Umm... Headman, why are you so quick?.. I'm already silent..."

Hmm, I take back my words — Hikari can already be given the rank of sergeant major and sent to chase recruits. Yeah... Fire girl — Suzuhara was unlucky...

"You know what?" I intervened. "Let me make an introduction first, and then you'll ask me something else, okay? Well, that's settled..."

I got up from the table, went to the blackboard, coughed into my fist (somewhat ostentatiously to defuse the situation) and began, as they say, to move:

"Well, let's start in order... My name is Shinji Ikari, the son of the Commander of the NERVE Gendo Ikari Special Institute. My rank is second lieutenant, I serve in the operations department, my position is the pilot of Unit-01, aka Evangelion-01, aka Eva."

"... What? To clarify, this is not a robot, it is a special biomechanical armor designed to counteract it... alien invaders. Their code name is "Object A"... The fact that there's only been one so far doesn't mean anything. As they say, you never know... Why Object A? I don't know, I'm not the one making up these stupid names. Personally, I would have called yesterday's alien a fucking Godzilla, but for some reason no one asked me. What they want here, why this Object A attacked us, is unknown," I lied, hiding the lie among the pieces of truth."

"... Superweapons? Oh, Well, what are you talking about... This isn't a mech or some other fantasy movie — we only have quite ordinary weapons at our disposal: knives, cannons, missiles..."

"...Exams? I have no idea about any exams, where the selection seems to be related to the genetic characteristics of individuals — I won't even say more precisely... Aida, how long have I been hearing this cry of the soul from you? I don't know if you can become a pilot or not — I'm not on the admissions committee! I can only say that you all have a potential chance — one of the most important conditions is the age of no more than fourteen years, I don't really know what this is related to... No, I can't say anything about how the cabin looks from the inside — it's classified information" — we need to put this phrase somewhere...

"Well, are there any more questions?" I see a girl's hand timidly rising from one of the last desks. "Yes, please."

"Shinji, do you have a girlfriend?"

Tek-S... Are there any matrimonial plans for my person? No, guys, I don't need that yet...

"No, and I'm not going to start it yet," I keep a straight face, even though my ears are treacherously blushing. An indeterminate sigh passes through the female part of the class-I think I've hit it...

Chapter 7 Getting to know the NERVE

"Good afternoon, Shinji! How are you feeling?" Dr. Akagi"s friendly voice sounded in my head.

I was sitting in a contact capsule, waiting for the start of the workout. According to the viewscreens, Zero One was currently in some kind of gym. It was a fairly small room by my Eva"s standards, with smooth white walls that looked like they were made of some kind of blocks...

But in fact, my Evangelion was still in its... well, let"s say it was a dock, but it only had computer simulation equipment connected to it. There were no monstrously complicated movements of Eva from room to room inside the headquarters.

"Good morning, Dr. Akagi. I am in perfect order — ready for work and defense!" The second time, the taste of LSD didn"t seem so bad to me, so my mood was really quite uplifting. Six lessons or three pairs by university standards flew by quickly enough, and now it"s the turn of daily training. At least now they"ve given me a contact jumpsuit-an interesting thing, I"ll say. Comfortable, warm, and easy to dress, and the vacuum tension system perfectly adjusts it to any shape. The torso is tightly covered by something like a plastic armored jacket hidden inside the fabric — it seems to be a really light bulletproof vest with a built-in system of auto-detection and medical diagnostics. In theory, the contact suit should increase the degree of my synchronization with Evangelion and help with management, as well as transmit information about my well-being to the command center. Well, if anything, with the help of a combat suit, they could inject me with some kind of dope or support my life in some other way — for this it had a whole bunch of sensors, and even, it seems, a built-in defibrillator... And in the end, it just looked stylish — black and blue with white inserts, and a cool design. Show-offs, damn it...

They put a pair of neural clamps on my head again to improve the degree of synchronization with Eve and ensure a more stable connection with the Center. That"s great.

Now we"re going to connect you to a computer simulation of Eva, as close to reality as possible. Have you ever played computer games? Well, it"s about the same thing — your main task is to get used to the management. Nothing more is needed yet. Anticipating your question, we"ll talk about weapons systems after training.

I chuckled softly, he"s working fast, Captain Katsuragi. She has already reported my comments...

"So, come on, take the rifle and we"ll start the briefing."

I obediently picked up the simulator of the long-range weapon I so desired, and got ready to listen. Naturally, I was not holding a real megawint in my hands, but just a mock-up, but a mock-up that fully reproduces the dimensions, weight and other characteristics of a real rifle. I wonder if she really has an automatic shooting mode? Otherwise, a gun of this caliber should have a simple monstrous return spring in the exhaust mechanism, with truly unrealistic tensile requirements... Well, let"s not forget about the overheating of the barrel...

"Hello, Shinji! My name is Lieutenant Shigeru Aoba, and my profile is Eva weapon systems. Starting today, I will be your combat training instructor in Eva."

"Hello, Shigeru-san" I greeted him politely. "Can you tell me more about the weapons I have?"

"Of course, the guy. Do you like it with very technical details or in general terms?"

"Well, let"s just say that the words "automatic recoil of the barrel with a short stroke" and "shot from the rear sear" are not empty words for me."

"Oh! Great! Well, then listen. Right now you have an experimental GG-2 or Gross Gewehr-2 rifle in your hands. (German) Gross gewer. A large rifle), designed specifically and exclusively for arming Evangelions. It is included in Class C equipment. 155 mm caliber, bullpup layout (approx. layout in which the magazine is located behind the trigger handle), wedge bolt, reloading is carried out via an electrical system with an autonomous power source. It is equipped with hydropneumatic recoil protection devices, an ejector and a muzzle brake. The magazine has a sector for thirty caseless shots. The kit may include armor-piercing, high-explosive, incendiary and guided projectiles. The firing mode is semi-automatic, with two firing modes — using the trigger and through direct signal transmission. The sight is integrated into Eva"s guidance systems, so you probably won"t have to combine the front sight and rear sight... Well how?"

But it"s interesting, damn it! It seems that local designers did not blindly copy the automation and locking systems of conventional small arms, but, on the contrary, began to dance from large-caliber artillery systems. Hence the electric reloading system, the wedge bolt, and caseless (that is, most likely, separate loading — projectile plus charge) shots. And, of course, the standard NATO 155 mm caliber used on the vast majority of self-propelled and towed guns also spoke in favor of this theory.

"Awesome!" I replied with feeling. "What other weapons are there?"

"We"ll talk about this in the next lessons."

"Okay, then I"m ready."

"Okay, here we go."

The surrounding panorama of the small room was replaced by the urban landscape of Tokyo 3, but too unnatural. It really felt like a computer game — beautiful, but unnatural. There was an Object A standing among the boxes of skyscrapers... In my opinion, he was standing too passively.

"Here we have it, the "Matrix"..." I muttered softly, resting the butt of the rifle on my shoulder.

"Come on, Shinji, destroy this freak!" Misato"s voice broke through to me.

What was it like in the show? "Combine the aiming marker with the target — fire"? Yes, it"s easy!

Boom! GG-2 was suddenly shoved hard in the shoulder, and the first shell went over the target. It"s not a bad simulator, though... Very, very naturalistic...

"Be careful, Shinji. Eve"s CPU takes into account the corrections for firing, but don"t yawn either."

"I"ve already figured it out," I grumbled, taking aim again.

Boom! Boom! Yeah, now I get it — the barrel leads slightly up and to the left when fired... Another sighting... There is a hit! Well, now it"s a matter of technique...

I put five more shells into the Object A in almost automatic mode, he falls and disappears in a blinding flash — the target is hit. I suppress the wild urge to empty the rest of the magazine into this creature to increase my confidence in victory, but I convince myself that ammunition needs to be saved.