Battle 2: The Angel of Illumination
It is 0547 in the morning... you have discovered that this time of morning is an established military protocol for "just exactly enough before dawn to really piss everyone off." A thin layer of condensation from the rather unseasonal fog-banks Ark has been experiencing lays across the vast expanse of the Daedalus Airfield, cleared for the moment of all civilian traffic at this early hour. Four monstrous black-shelled behemoths such as might have once carried vast tonnages of country-cracker nuclear weapons sit at the ready. Their payload on this still day is much more momentous. The chill of the morning seems to reach down to each of your Entry Plugs, which are currently seated in a complicated mooring rig exposed just outside of each of your EVAs within the bellies of the Carrier Planes. Your Evangelions are each assigned their own Carrier Plane, and you are each awoken from your futile efforts to find some warmth in the brittle slurry of LCL you’re floating in when a radio transmission passes between the pilots of the Carrier Plane squadron and into your receivers, keyed onto one of their frequency’s. Although the transmission is distorted, you think you recognize the first voice as belonging to the wing commander of the Carrier Plane squadron.
”Hawk’s Nest, this is Hawk Actual. First Dynasty has confirmed contact with the target, no deviations from our anticipated scenario. Commence your operation.”
"That’s our signal. Let's rotate engines."
As the Carrier Planes meet in formation above the floating city and depart to their north, a fifth Plane joins the formation from an unknown air field.
"Hawk Actual, Hawk Actual... This is Harrier One, we're at flight level one-eight-oh entering your wake. A little over one hour to bingo fuel. We're on our last legs from NERV Sub-base Australia, have a special delivery for you. Our cargo is asking to get you to hack them into the Operator Network."
"Harrier One, Hawk Actual will comply. Assume formation behind Hawk three, standby for final drop approach."
A crackle of static announces the arrival of a fifth member into the pilot's conference-style radio network. Miles ahead of your flight, the waters around the target island team with vessels from Carrier Battle Group Kirishima.
”First Dynasty, Blue Raider has the island in visual. Holding for your signa--

Huh, never seen anything quite like that before. Raiders, all vessels on immediate battle alert. CAG, the flight deck is yours.“
Director, we are just in time. The Fourth Angel has awoken. Abilities are as yet unknown, MAGI is routing all available military data streams and forming our analyses now.
”Hawk’s Nest, this is Hawk Actual. First Dynasty has confirmed contact with the target, no deviations from our anticipated scenario. Commence your operation.”
"That’s our signal. Let's rotate engines."
As the Carrier Planes meet in formation above the floating city and depart to their north, a fifth Plane joins the formation from an unknown air field.
"Hawk Actual, Hawk Actual... This is Harrier One, we're at flight level one-eight-oh entering your wake. A little over one hour to bingo fuel. We're on our last legs from NERV Sub-base Australia, have a special delivery for you. Our cargo is asking to get you to hack them into the Operator Network."
"Harrier One, Hawk Actual will comply. Assume formation behind Hawk three, standby for final drop approach."
A crackle of static announces the arrival of a fifth member into the pilot's conference-style radio network. Miles ahead of your flight, the waters around the target island team with vessels from Carrier Battle Group Kirishima.
”First Dynasty, Blue Raider has the island in visual. Holding for your signa--

Huh, never seen anything quite like that before. Raiders, all vessels on immediate battle alert. CAG, the flight deck is yours.“
Director, we are just in time. The Fourth Angel has awoken. Abilities are as yet unknown, MAGI is routing all available military data streams and forming our analyses now.
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