Dairugger XV wrote:Shinji: Err, Mr. Sterl- I mean "dad", Sis said you had something for me.
Max: Not really me per say, but yeah. By the way when did you decide to grow your hair out?
Shinji: Welll, Kaji said it would help me attract girls.
Max: Trust me, you'll have better luck doing things my way.
Shinji: How did you meet mom?
Max: I beat her in combat, twice. Now get going to the lab, Louie says he fine tuned the FAST-packs for your new Super-Evangelion, and wants to try the "over the shoulder" configuration for the reflex cannon.
Shinji: Ooooh.
Max: "Oh, and son...chicks dig glasses."
Shinji: "They do?"
Max: "Yes, they do...trust me on this."
(meanwhile, somewhere, Kensuke Aida is getting punched out for the upteenth time...)
Flashback to the Pre-Takeover of NERV
Aoba: "All perimeter security scans check out...all is clear."
Fujutsuki: "Why the sudden paranoia, Gendo? Worried about something? Our 'visitors', perhaps?"
Gendo: "--hmph!---This General Emerson concerns me not...but we still have the Old Men to be concerned about. No, this 'Southern Cross' is a momentary distraction...they have neither the forces nor the cause to pose a threat to us, nore even express an interest in matters here..."
Meanwhile, 3,000 ft directly above the Geofront command pyramid, amidst the upsidedown buildings of Tokyo-3...
Sergeant Pedro Moralez of the Mountain Offense Squad withdraw his silenced rock drill from the side of the building frame, clipped the power tool to his belt, then inserted a holdfast into the hole, gave it a twist to open it up, then attached a line to it, gave a tug to make sure it was secure, then scooted along the 'junglegym' of lines his squad had set up among the rafters of this giant artificial cavern, to the camouflaged tent where they'd set up...
He looked down...down and down...at the forest and lake spread out below..>When the GMP had first approached his men about this, he'd thought they were crazy...His people were mountaineers, not spelunkers! Now he saw the wisdom of the GMP calling in
specialists for this sort of thing...His people had been inserted during one of the periodic 'elevations' of the fortress-buildings, and they'd spent the last five days making like stainless steel rats in the rafters, watching from concealment the comings and goings below...
Moralez had spent harsher days in sling-sacks on the side of sheer mountains in the Andes, with nothing below his backside but air and condors...This was nothing compared to those experiences...no howling winds or whiteouts, and the temperature was nice...and after a few days, the men had found out how to access a few seldom-used maintenance worker restrooms, allowing them to empty out the wastebags they'd had along...The heavy-duty overhead lights(below the squad) further insured their camouflage; nobody could see beyond the day-glare they projected to see the extra specks moving about on the 'ceiling' of the vast subterranean space...The MOS squad was sitting..or rather hanging...pretty...
Moralez just hoped the GMP would get moving soon, though....As fun as this was, his men were combat troops, and they were itching for action. He fingered the grenade bandolier around his armor and thought of the rappeling lines and the heavy sniper rifles his men had....Yep, when the GMP gave the signal to move, he was sure his men were going to have the literal drop on the poor suckers down there...
(....Because Mountain Offense Squad doesn't get enough attention in my opinion)