Ranma gave the woman a half lidded glare.
"Ranma." Misato hurriedly waved for him to get in, "Hurry! The Angel's coming!"
"What the hell!" he yelled, before raising his arm and extending his middle finger to the heavens, "You bastards! WHY ME! WHY ALWAYS ME!"
She really didn't have time to spare, "RANMA! GET IN THE CAR NOW!"
"Yeah, yeah!" the guy, eer boy replied flippantly, climbing into the car. "I'm sooo lookin forward to getting mind fucked. Yep yep!" he replied cheerfully.
Misato really didn't hear what he had said, far to busy with peeling out just in time to dodge the giant green foot of the Angel before it crushed her like a pancake. Slamming the transmission into gear, her tires squealing and leaving tire marks as she took off down the road, expertly dodging debris from the toppled light poles and crushed buildings.
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"Target is still intact, resuming route towards Tokyo-3 as before!" an aid reported the situation.
"Conventional weapons ineffective, our Air force has no effect!" another reported.
"This is war!" one of the UN commanders scowled, "Mobilize all divisions at Atsugi and Iruma Bases to the battle!"
"Don't hold back!" another of the three UN commanders slammed his fist on the table, "Destroy the target at any cost!"
The screen depicting the battle showed the assorted ships moving into a V formation shortly before unleashing their payloads against the Angel, explosions erupting across his form in a rather sick impersonation of a Christmas Tree before it's eyes flared brightly, a huge explosion encompassing the screen for a brief moment.
"Missiles have no effect!"
"Why!?" the second commander looked shocked, "That had to be a direct hit!"
"The tank battalion was totally destroyed. Guided missiles and gun bombs have no effect on it..." the first commander spoke in a slow, unbelievable tone. How could this be happening!? Why weren't their weapons having any effect on this monster?! What was it going to take to destroy it?
"Useless! With this type of fire power, we'll get no where!"
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Gendo watched the proceedings, a silent figure overlooking the UN's desperate, if ultimately futile efforts to destroy that which they can't comprehend. When were they going to realize he was the only option they had left? They were just wasting time..
Fuyutsuki whispered, "As we thought, it's using an AT field."
Gendo sighed, "Yes. Conventional weapons have no effect against that." he couldn't help but smirk.
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The third, and as of yet unspoken commander of the UN forces picked up a blood red phone just as it began ringing. "Yes sir, I'll employ that as previously arranged." he hung up the phone, "Prepare to drop the N2."
The other commands nodded grimly, giving the appropriate orders.
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"Course, I can't figure out which is worse, meeting that German chick or gettin absorbed by a four hundred foot behemoth with the soul of that spineless dork's freaken mother in it!" Ranma ranted.
Misato had long ago decided everything the guy, eer, boy was saying had to be related to the shock of seeing an Angel up close and personal. She spared the battle in the distance a glance, before slamming on the breaks, her car screeching to a halt. She half expected the boy to cry about her horrible driving skills..
"If that gay bastard hits on me, I'll freaken kill em, giant robo or no!"
'Weird kid.' Misato rolled her window down, grabbing a pair of binoculars. "What are they doing..." A sick realization came to her ass the aircraft broke away from the target and began booking, a distinct whine of a cruise missile drop system reaching her straining ears. "There using a N2?!?!" she turned towards Ranma while screaming "GET DOWN!"
Only Ranma wasn't there.
"DO YER WORSE YOU BASTARDS!"
Misato turned around just in time to see the N2 mine go off, Ranma standing at the ledge overlooking the gigantic explosion with his middle finger extended to the heavens.
And then the shock wave hit them.
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"N2 detonation confirmed." one of their aids reported.
"Yes! We did it!" the first commander cheered, a manic glint in his eye.
The third commander remained as silent as he had been for the majority of the confrontation, mimicking Gendo Ikari's hand gesture as he watched the screen turn bright white.
"Heh." the second commander sneered, "Sorry we didn't leave you anything." he shot to the unmoving Gendo and Fuyutsuki.
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Misato hissed, her leg flaring with pain as she pulled herself out of her overturned car. It wasn't broken, a fact she was very, very grateful for. Just banged it wrong when the car went flying. However, her nerves were shot, worry evident for the Third child who didn't have the luxury of a car to take the brunt of the shockwave. Worry gripping her chest, she frantically looked around for any sign of the boy. Heck, she was willing to settle on a blood stain at that point. She could hear it now. "You killed the commanders son?!" Oh yeah, today was going to be a good day.
When a pile of rocks behind her started shifting, an annoyed groan reaching her senses, she reflexively brought her hand to her hand gun, with out pulling it out. It was a sickening sight, watching a boy struggle up out of the ground like a zombie coming alive, that was best she could come up with to describe the action.
Ranma winced, rubbing his bleeding elbow. Okay, so maybe he had hoped this was all a bad, bad dream. Feeling the pain of crashing into a mountain wall, with said mountain wall burying him under a ton of rocks seemingly out of spite, well, it drove home the fact this wasn't a dream. "I hate my life." he moped.
"Ranma!" Misato scowled, grabbing the guy, eer, boy by the shoulders and shaking him viciously, "What the hell is wrong with you! You could have been killed back there!"
He gave her a half lidded glare, "How's that any different from any other day?"
"What the hell does that mean?!" Misato blinked. What was wrong with this kid! He acted like surviving that had been god's cruel joke of the day!
"Forget it." he snapped, breaking away and walking to the car. Let's just get this over with. "Here's where ya go, "Ranma! Help me push over the car!" right?"
Misato nodded, tentatively.
"Pfeh." Ranma jumped up, performing a snap kick that rocketed the car off it's side, damn near breaking the axels when it landed on it's tires.
"Ow!" Ranma hissed, rubbing his foot, "Damn it!" he limped around, snarling angrily.
Misato just sweat dropped.
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"Confirm. Has the target been destroyed?" The silent commander broached the question, putting out his cigarette.
"It can't be confirmed due to radio wave disruption." one of their aids explained.
"Nothing could survive a N2 detonation. It's dead." the first commander smirked, confidently.
"Sensors are coming back online."
"Wh.. what the!?" their aids stammered in shock, "Energy reaction detected at the core of the explosion!"
His smirk dying a slow, painful death, the commander stammered in shock, "What?!"
"Visual Image restored!"
The sight of the Angel still standing was like a blow, a cut that penetrated deeply into their minds. They had thrown everything they had at it, even the N2, their most deadly weapon to date that didn't leave a blanket of radiation behind. Even now, they could see the things wounds pulsing as the creature stood still, a sure sign it was alive, and regenerating.
The silent commander leaned back in his chair, looking suddenly very old, very tired. "Our trump card..."
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Misato shifted gears, the car zooming down the road as she pulled out a cell phone. Today couldn't get any worse! First the Angels come back, she's late picking up the Commanders kid, and the kid just had to be a compulsive depressive! That had to be it. Great, the commanders son had a mental disorder. What luck. "Captain Katsuragi here, approaching with the package. I'll need a train care prepared to take us straight to HQ." she blinked, rolling her eyes, "He's the commanders son, so yeah, an express would be nice." she bit out sarcastically, then winced as the person on the other end of the phone said something. "Uh.. yeah.. it's my responsibility." Lovely! "I said I'd pick him up, I'll deal with it!" she slammed the phone shut rather then wait for a retort.
Ranma eyed the girl with a half lidded glare. If things went as he remembered, she was gonna go off into a mental tirade about how much her life sucks. Pfft. She had it easy, as far as he cared.
Life sucked. First she just haaaad to volunteer to pick up the commanders son, which wouldn't have been a big deal normally, right? Well you'd be wrong, dead wrong. As if the gods had decided to mock her, an Angel appeared not five miles from where she was suppose to pick up the kid. A dubious affair, but she felt she handled the pick up just fine. Only, she didn't remember seeing in the kid's dossier he was a nut case! The guy, eer boy, but the D in depression. Life sucked, and sucked bad. She could see it now, arriving at HQ she'd be set upon by the commander for 'hurting' his son. Pfft, like a cold hearted bastard like that could ever really care.
"Yeah yeah, boo hoo, life's hard and it sucks. Oh me, oh my, car payments! My favorite dress! Life's so hard!" Ranma rolled his eyes flippantly as he saw her becoming a bit more depressed.
That just served to remind her of the fact her car was a wreak, her favorite dress was ruined, and life did indeed suck. She gritted her teeth, "Ranma.. shut up." she snapped.
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