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Post by Vitsheep on Jun 18, 2017 10:02:36 GMT -5
If it's between 2 and 4, I can make that choice. 2. But send him a message to not do anything stupid.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 10:33:55 GMT -5
Ehhh i was going to say 4 because we already pissed off those people in Japan but in order to prevent a tie.
Option 2
And yes to keeping the Metroid egg
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Jun 22, 2017 5:24:14 GMT -5
Episode 7: Go XXX or Go XXXXXXX
Back at Motel 35, Logan and Shinji's current 'residence'
Inside the Wonderchild, Ambassador Logan slammed on the figurative breaks, cracking the pavement as he slid to a stop. Usually he tried to be ginger about that kind of thing, but he was in too much of a hurry. At least he'd only pitted the one spot, and the parking lot was already scarred up from general neglect. In his rush to get home after the interview (which frankly could have gone better), Logan had actually failed to realize that he wouldn't actually be able to exit his mecha the intended way. He grumbled, very frustrated with having the wind taken out of his sails after things were going so well. Deciding that he was just going to have to handle the exit issue ungracefully, he carefully bent his mecha backwards. Eventually it was in a sitting position, and from there he laid it upon its back. It took up a huge chunk of parking spots, but that was the last thing he was concerned with since the place he was staying didn't seem very popular at the moment.
“Adam, keep our friend active, ok?” Logan was preoccupied, and said this in kind of a quiet voice as he slipped out the hatch and climbed the short distance to the pavement.
“I will 'keep the engine running', sir.” was the last thing heard before the hatch closed itself. The pilot took a moment to reflect, noticing that the W-E was a fairly quiet unit, at least when it was just running on idle. He hadn't previously been outside of it whilst it was active, after all. A mild and dim, unobtrusive light was on inside his room, and he appreciated just how little it actually broadcast outside of the room as he passed the window. Since his teen friend was obviously around, he knocked instead of whipping out his key card. Very soon after his knock, the door was opened by a wide-eyed Third Child.
“Oh,” said the high schooler, frowning like he was actually a bit disappointed.
Logan chuckled and asked, “Did you order some food, bud? Sorry, the Arms do not deliver!” He wanted to at least try to keep things positive.
“Y-yeah,” agreed the teen, as he got out of the way so Logan could enter their very simple room. It didn't seem like he had gone to bed at any point yet, so heading straight back had probably been the right choice for the diplomat.
Flopping sloppily onto his bed, Logan kept gathering his thoughts, but knew he had to get to the elephant in the room. Using his ally's mother tongue, he initiated the conversation. “I'm really sorry, Ikari. I wasn't able to talk during the fight I was in earlier, but I guess I know what it was about. You know about what's happening in Japan?”
Standing in awkward silence as the light dimmed further, approaching total darkness, Shinji admitted, “Yes.”
“It sucks.” said Logan in English, before returning to the language his pal was most comfortable with. “Two of them. Two Angels.” The lack of the soft music that often filled their room during waking hours was something he hadn't noticed until now. Since the rooms next to them weren't occupied, they often had digital songs and albums playing well into the middle of the night. Personally, the prematurely grey adult found music therapeutic, but he could see how Shinji would be too upset to enjoy it if what Captain Katsuragi had said was true.
“Yeah. Two Angels.” Shinji said, staring through a crack in the blinds. “What do you think they'll do to stop them?”
“Whatever they can,” Logan said as calmly as he could. “NERV has access to serious resources, and you can count on them receiving aid from the Earth Defense Force. Those men and women are really well equipped for this kind of thing, even though they've never beaten Gojira.” The younger roommate cringed as he heard that name, obviously still bothered by how that encounter had gone.
“They only have one Eva, though...” Shinji had fear in his eyes as he turned to Logan.
“Are they supposed to have more than one?” The elder guy asked simply, still not sure exactly what to say to Misato. Her message had been pretty clear, but it lacked fundamental details about the tactical situation across the Pacific.
“Yes. Two.” 01's pilot said this in a hushed tone, and continued as if he was practically afraid of being heard. “They were going to send another Evangelion to Japan, but I don't think it's going to make it in time.”
“That sucks.” said Logan with an actual sigh. Obviously, when Logan had made his plans he had been working under the assumption that it would be a longer period of time until the next Angel attacked. Looking back, he also felt quite foolish to have presumed that they would only attack one at a time. “...I wonder, though.”
“Whether they'll be safe?” Shinji asked very rapidly.
“No. I wonder about the new eruptions. According to someone I spoke to on the way here, there are already confirmations of huge changes.” Logan sighed through his nose, not even wanting to think about such a thing. He was just getting used to his new life in Angel Grove, and suddenly Tokyo-3's problems were back to weighing down on him.
“I didn't even think to look anything up...” Shinji sank back onto his bed, lying parallel to Logan as the last bit of light in the room faded away.
The UA pilot tapped the lamp lightly, restoring it to roughly the state it was when he arrived. “I think I'm going to turn off my machine and get ready for bed.” he started to say as he sat up. Before he got there, a knock sounded at the door. The greyhead was prepared to answer it, though the teen jumped out of his position and ran to the door. He opened it quite quickly, and Logan had “Hi, Shinji.” before he saw who was there. The skinny lad was trying to wave the person away, but Logan had already made them. It as Kimberly, and she sounded as down as the two dudes did.
“Hey Kim.” Logan waved as he said it.
“Hi Corg. You're not coming with us, right?” she asked, her dark brown eyes glassy and betraying her demeanor even further.
“Coming where? Are we going to a late night party? Maybe a rave? I've wanted to try one of those...” Logan cut himself off when he saw Shinji had grabbed his luggage. “Or are you going somewhere else? What's up, buddy...?” He hadn't seen the suitcase when he came in. “Were you hiding that until she arrived?”
Shinji and the unmasked Pink Ranger glanced at one another, looking exceptionally guilty. “I was.” he answered. “Logan, please, don't get angry!”
“Are you fucking going back to Tokyo-3?!” Logan's lower jaw practically broke off. “Were you just hoping I got home too late to see? What would have happened if I got here any later? Would you just be gone?”
“I... I... I don't want them to get killed! I care about Misato! You do too, Logan!” It looked like the slender guy was almost in tears, and it seemed like he might bolt at any second.
“I do! But if you go back, they'll stick you inside Eva and then you could die! I promised to keep you safe!” Logan felt sick to his stomach, and wanted to scream at the teenager. This would not do.
“And you have! But I made a mistake, I shouldn't have run away. I'll just go, bite the bullet-” Shinji was clenching and reclenching his fists, and got cut off.
“Bite the bullet? Shinji, the last time you fought, you were in the hospital! Have you forgotten that Gojira is probably still in Japan? Do you even realize that I can't come back and keep protecting you if you leave?”
“... Yes. But Misato needs me. Father needs me. They need Eva...” From there, without saying another word, Shinji turned and started running out the door with his suitcase.
Kim followed in quite a haste, yelling “Don't make this a thing, Corg!”
At the Fountain by City Hall, Earlier
Amid the glowing rocks of the fountain, Logan stood proudly with his UA uniform and nametag on display. Next to him was the newswoman, and across from him was a small filming crew consisting of a guy with a light and a camerawoman, both ready to work.
“Ambassador, thank you for taking the time out of your night to speak with us.” said the brunette lady from Channel 9.
“No problem. Any time a new relationship begins, there will always be questions, and I'm glad to answer any.” Logan responded, smiling into the camera with an elated attitude apparent.
“Let's start right in: So far, there isn't reliable footage of the assault on Angel Grove Power and Efficiency. However, as an eye witness, can you provide an account of what happened?”
Choice Time!
>Logan had said his piece. If Shinji had a death wish, he could go back to Japan on his way to hell. That sorry little ingrate!
>Logan decided to chase Shinji down and try appealing to his emotions. He had to convince him to stay in Angel Grove, at least until the negotiations were resolved. A double Angel Attack might even put them in a better bargaining position once the dust from it settles!
>Logan decided to chase Shinji down and try appealing to logic. He had to convince him to stay in Angel Grove, at least until the negotiations were resolved. A double Angel Attack might even put them in a better bargaining position once the dust from it settles!
>Logan was having absolutely none of this garbage. Instead of chasing directly after them, Logan headed for the W-E. He'd climb in and use his mecha to literally force Shinji to stay. Results through superior firepower, that is the United Arms way.
Back at the Interview
>Logan answered thoroughly, giving a full picture of what happened during the battle.
>Logan answered somewhat thoroughly, leaving out the part about the archers and lying if asked what happened to the additional specimens.
>Logan answered briefly, explaining that there was a battle against some giant monsters, and much like the Power Rangers, he handled it expertly.
>Logan decided to stand by the official record, pointing Channel 9 to it without adding his own comment.
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Post by Vitsheep on Jun 22, 2017 7:39:47 GMT -5
If wants to go, let him go. So long as it's his choice. Otherwise we're no better than NERV.
Point them to the official record, but give them a liiiiittle extra.
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Jun 23, 2017 15:40:54 GMT -5
Outside the Hotel
“Sneaky, selfish asshole.” Logan mouthed the words under his breath, absolutely furious as he saw the two teens pile into a small blue car and pull out onto the street. Unless he wanted to chase after them, there was practically nothing he could do but watch them leave his cone of vision. He had plans, and now they were essentially shot. Feeling just about ready to punch someone, he instead walked back to the room, locked up, and made a beeline for the Wonderchild. With no sound accompanying his action except the soft whirring of his robot's idle processes, he climbed into the hatch under the machine's left arm. It welcomed him silently, recognizing him and granting full access.
As Logan anxiously tapped his fingers one at a time on the handles, he was greeted. “Did you finish what you came to the room to accomplish, hurried sir?” Adam had no clue just how conclusively he had not.
“No, I didn't. In the span of a few moments, Shinji completely fucked up everything I've tried to do for him.” Logan stood the Action Frame up, and started a slow and loping walk cycle. He no longer felt like going to sleep, instead having his thoughts completely dominated by frustration and uncertainty.
“That is unfortunate, sir. Would you like an up-to-the-minute briefing on the current eruption?” Adam, lacking any tact or sensitivity, just tried to make himself helpful.
“Hit me,” Logan said, privately wondering how much worse it could get. The night was actually beautiful, and the reduced level of light compared to many urban centers meant there were plenty of brilliant stars out to view. Sadly, Logan didn't give a damn.
“Unfortunately, it is confirmed that there were two separate eruptions. The first to be confirmed, based on initial analysis, has access to weapons technology equal or superior to United Arms models.” Adam revealed.
“They better not be mecha, or I'm about to be even madder.” Logan wasn't kidding around, either. He noticed a few old people out for a midnight stroll on the same road as he, but wasn't in the mood to wave at them or do anything cutesy like that.
“Not entirely, no. The eruption occurred several hours ago, and seems to have principally impacted countries which border on the Pacific Ocean, several of which are equipped with various defense initiatives. You are about to be even madder, because they have access to mecha.” Adam didn't even vary his vocal sounds to soften the blow.
“Damnit, Adam. What kind of robots are they?” Logan physically winced, not being happy at all about this revelation.
“Massive battle machines, humanoid much like yours. Breaking reports indicate no standing mecha army, only individual units designed for protection of major cities. The locals of their world call them Jaegars.”
At the Fountain, Speaking with Channel 9
“Well, I think the official statement the mayor has offered more or less covers it.” Logan blankly smiled at the camera, trying to look friendly and approachable despite having just had a bomb dropped on him by Captain Katsuragi. “Hours ago, giant mantises engaged in hostile action against the city of Angel Grove. Their target appeared to be the vital, clean power grid that keeps Angel Grove healthy, safe and active, but damage appears to have remained minimal. Thanks to the rapid scrambling of robot units including my own W-E Wonderchild and the Power Rangers' Dinozords, inconveniences will be limited to localized power outages. As I understand, they have top people working on accomplishing this.” Thinking about it briefly, he was tempted to provide just one little gem of knowledge outside the official line, just to make speaking to him worth the time. “I can also confirm that there was an additional foe neutralized beyond the mantids. A lizard with chunky, crystal scales was also identified, and neutralized as well.” He tried to steady his heartbeat and not sweat, as he envisioned Sachiel and Shamshel attacking simultaneously. It would surely be new Angels and not the same ones, but that was the only frame of reference he had.
“Impressive. So, a total of four monsters attacked. This is the first time a monster assault has been so concentrated, right?”
Choice Time!
>Deflect from the fact that more monsters than any recorded Repulsa Gang attack were in action. Stick to the talking point that they were defeated.
>Admit that the situations have been growing dangerous, and encourage the public to beware the kaiju.
>No Comment.
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Jun 23, 2017 15:41:19 GMT -5
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Post by Vitsheep on Jun 23, 2017 15:56:57 GMT -5
The first one.
IT DOES NOT MATTER HOW MANY FOES ATTACK FOR WE ARE THE POWER RANGERS AND THAT ONE GUY
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2017 17:15:38 GMT -5
Yes its Morphin Time we are what did the Sphinx call us again Grey or Purple Ranger.
Oh and Go go Power Rangers.... Go go Power Rangers.... Go go power rangers Mighty Morphin Power Rangersssssssss. And Logan
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2017 17:20:05 GMT -5
Also Shinji you little traitor. I hope that Eve is strong enough to pull that knife you stuck in my back.
Oh well he shall be dealt with by us the Ginyu Force..... Power Rangers and Gray dood.
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Jun 28, 2017 0:26:50 GMT -5
The Streets of Angel Grove, 12 AM
The Ambassador raised his left eyebrow, asking, “Jaegar? Is that... German? Sounds German. Adam, tell me the new Earth shards aren't from one of those annoying theoretical World War 2 divergence timelines.” Logan was only half joking when it came to this line of questioning.
“As of now, little data has been shared on historical subjects. There is no indication of fascist governments or widespread racial purity-oriented imagery in the confirmed affected areas. Nazi Party correlations appear to be nonexistent.”
“Good. I hate those kinds of things. And I hate speculative fiction. It's never good.” Logan grimaced, realizing that he was in the kind of mood where he basically just hated everything. “Well, what do they use them for? If it's not an army, are the Jaegars superheroes?”
“Unclear. It appears they have issues with oversized monsters, much as several of the worlds this planet now consists of do. Details remain sparse.” Adam kept speaking as Logan passed the crossroads that would have taken him to the Angel Grove Youth Center that the Rangers liked to hang out at. This reminder of the existence of Kim just served to trigger the pilot some more.
“Why would the kid even involve her?” asked Logan, not expecting an answer. “Did he even think about how awkward her helping to underground-railroad him away would make things?”
Adam simply said. “Unknown parameters, sir.”
“Fuck unknown parameters. I have to live here, and keep working with her team.” The young adult shook his head and leaned far back into his seat. He would be glad to just rest his eyes and keep walking, but an irresponsible 'driver' Logan was not.
Wordlessly, the W-E and its pilot kept up the march. The goal was to avoid clomping around loudly by minimizing speed. He'd been thinking his 'buddy' had also been internalizing the semi-minimalist lifestyle Angel Grove individuals, but that was probably just wishful thinking. It hadn't even taken a full week since NERV shut down contact for him to buckle. What was it they say about Japanese people and bamboo? Something about bending instead of breaking? No, Shinji wasn't like that. He was more like a belt that just buckled, or a pair of pants that rip right when you need them.
“Screw that guy. Tokyo-3 doesn't need three Evas, but I don't need any. Adam, do you realize how much more fun Angel Grove is than that place?” Logan plastered a fake smile on his face.
“How much more fun, sir?” Adam must have had some kind of “humoring” process. That's quality programming if there ever was any.
“So much more fun that I can't even really compare them. Here, people are optimistic, they take care of each other... I'll learn to think of it as my home just the same way I did Tokyo-3.”
“This is unlikely to be your only home, sir. As the Ambassador to Japan, you worked with a fairly small island nation. It is likely you'll be sent to other parts of the United States as part of your career.”
“That's okay! I'm sure the other parts of the United States will be equally cool! Did you know they have a whole city just for gambling? It'll all be awesome.” Logan wasn't really convinced of this, but he'd have to make do. Perhaps there would be more regions with giant robots or problems to solve, depending on how the other eruption played out.
“What about the Fifth Eruption, Adam? Mostly small stuff like cities being different, I assume? The big shakeups seem to have been early on.”
“No, sir. Russia is gone.”
“Sumptuous news... What country do we have in their place? The USSR?” Logan rolled his eyes.
“No, sir. The entire country is gone, replaced by ocean. This has already been confirmed by air survey, and was one of the first facts to be relayed.” Adam delivered this horrifying news the same way he did everything else.
The diplomat didn't really know what to say to such a staggering fact. Russia was one of the largest countries in the world, and now it was just gone. This wasn't something that could just be reconciled with legislation to adopt new shards into their local host countries. Even wracking his brain, he had no clue exactly what the consequences of such a major nation erupting into thin air would be. As far as he knows, there was no precedent – usually the eruptions had been favorable trades, or at least replacements that had their own identity. Overall, it was not what he would call good news in any sense. “Is that the only change?”
“Negative, hopeful Logan. The fifth eruption has also brought with it geographic changes to the country you live in, though they appear to be constrained to the east coast.” Adam confirmed what Logan was hoping wouldn't happen.
“Ah, screw my life.” Logan tried not to get outright angry at the fact that at best, he was about to deal with a radically different country than the one he agreed to become Ambassador for, and at worst a country with internal conflict. He knew it was only a matter of time before one of the erupting regions decided they had no interest in being a part of the country or countries they found themselves geographically linked with. “Well, maybe it's not terrible. I should probably head to the east coast in general, and this gives me a little bit of an excuse. We could go to New York!”
“The 'Big Apple', sir.”
“Yes, that one!” Logan had stars in his eyes, imagining the bright lights, big stages and tall towers of New York.
“Yes, that one. No, we cannot go there. As of several hours ago, we do have the option to visit Empire City.”
“Empire City. Sounds a little imperialist for my taste.” Logan frowned, feeling like a balloon with its helium exiting all at once.
“The United Arms faction is imperialist.”
“Yes we are,” Logan admitted.
The human-computer pair continued to walk super slowly in the mech they worked together to operate, an uncomfortable silence replacing conversation. The W-E was still well-stocked with energy, as was its pilot in spite of the challenges he was running up against. They were passing through an area that Logan had come to recognize as “Old Angel Grove”. It consisted almost entirely of the hardened, pale red clay-based building structures that had been adapted as part of the local culture, whereas throughout the rest of the city they were more like an occasional quirk. The charm was undeniable, even to someone who had only spent a few days there. “It would be nice to own one of these little houses or businesses.”
“If that would make you happy, sir, you may be able to get an advance. You are an objectively well-paid individual.”
“Maybe someday, but I guess it wouldn't be as smart of an idea as it was with Mr. Ikari around. He needed superhero protection, but I can take care of myself.” Some days, Logan totally didn't feel like that was the case. Besides new giant robots that might be able to kick his ass and lizards with crystal shards in their bodies, Logan had no clue what to expect from the new fragments of land. “Wait. Is our friend Shining Arrow from one of the new world-shards too?”
“Error: No documentation for any individuals legally or informally referred to as Shining Arrow.”
“That's our friend that helped lock down the fight. Shining Arrow's my super chill 'nicky' I gave that bro.” Logan nodded his head, smirking like an idiot.
“You have an established habit of assigning those.”
“Yep.” That reminded him. “Speaking of assignments, have I been assigned to reach out to any new territory?”
“Not yet. However, according to the buzzing of your phone, someone is reaching out to you.”
Checking the small compartment under his seat, Logan saw that this was right. He pulled over so as to not text and pilot. It was from the Captain. “Thanx. This is how it needs to be –.– I wish you could come home too =[“
Outside City Hall's Fountain
“The most important thing to remember is that the conflict that happened tonight was both easily resolved once our units arrived, and thoroughly resolved. There's no chance that what happened will reoccur.” Logan clarified this fact, with the goal of continuing to limit what was said.
“Is that a guarantee?” The cute newslady asked, looking more than a bit skeptical.
“It totally is! The Power Rangers have always been able to keep this city safe, and, if I may personally say, I've actually been called the Grey Ranger before! We're all here to help, and I want everyone in Angel Grove to know that that's why I'm here. No more and no less than to serve as one of your defenders and promote good will and peace!” Logan's palms started sweating, not because his words were lies, but because his demeanor was entirely false. He was starting to regret having accepted this impromptu grilling, even though he was still holding it together fairly well.
“That actually ties into the next question I had. Do you think it's fair to compare someone like you, under employ by countries with an established political agenda, to superheroes like the Power Rangers, who put their lives on the line out of altruism? More to the point, why should we trust someone with such transparent ulterior motives?” She kept asking more and more pointed questions without missing a beat.
Choice Time!
>Does Logan answer, and if so what does he say? Alternatively, should he just block the annoying lush?
Interview Choice Time!
>”Because I've never given anyone reason not to.”
>”Because the United Arms is a beneficent faction worthy of respect, and I work tirelessly to prove that.”
>”I think those questions are a little unfair. There's no reason to be suspicious of my goals either.”
>”I would like to keep answering, but I have to leave.”
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Post by Vitsheep on Jun 28, 2017 1:09:23 GMT -5
"Yeah... =[" "Wait, you called it my home?"
Interview... uh... Hm. Hmmmmm... The second one. Isn't... quite what I want to say, but it's closest and I don't know how to improve it.
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Jul 1, 2017 16:56:05 GMT -5
Inside the Mechanical Chest-Womb of the W-E
“Yeah... =[“ Logan responded, admitting to himself that he found the cutesyness of Misato's texting charming. He mirrored it back to her sometimes, wondering if she would notice. It was nice, anyway, to see her not sending all caps. The contact she had clearly seemed to influence Shinji, but maybe that was for the best. “Not for my friend, it isn't,” thought Logan to himself, before realizing that the captain had said something that seemed strange to him. His fingers deftly flew across his phone's touch screen as he tapped out a second message: “Wait, you called it my home?” Sadly, he hadn't been able to call Tokyo-3 his home for a few days, and that was likely to remain the case.
The answer came quickly – it was a lot earlier in Japan, so he didn't have to worry about his contact hitting the sack despite the late hour in Angel Grove. “Yesssss” Misato answered in English, before reverting to the language she usually sent her stuff in. “It was so nice when you lived with us. All three of us, taking care of each other like a family. Shinji's coming back, but you can't... </3”
Logan continued to sit off the side of the road in his mecha, tapping his phone with nothing but cockpit ambiance to occupy his ears. He deleted and rewrote his message a few times, before landing on, “It wasn't exactly my choice to let him go back, but Ikari's his own person. I can't keep him here if he doesn't want to stay, even though it upsets me that he's returning. Just try to keep him safe in my stead, okay?”
Instantly, “OK.” came back from her. “I'll keep your promise of always making sure he's safe and alive. I don't know how much I can do to stop him from having to fight, but if I can get him ready and keep him healthy, that's enough.” The captain was taking the situation seriously for a change, finally sending “You stay safe too, Logan. I hope that someday this passes and we can be reunited.”
“It would be nice.” Logan whispered to himself, as he checked another message while he was pulled over. It looked a little like spam, but it had been forwarded by an official UA email address. “Beach City Welcomes Our New Friends! 50% off PREMIUM Vacation Packages for all visitors from our new world! Experience the beauty and charm of a real Delmarva Shore town!” Jeez, whoever sent that out hadn't hesitated with their advertising. Thinking it might be nice to explore the East Coast a bit, Logan put away his phone and returned to his stride. At the moment, he just had to focus on wrapping this up so he could rest.
Back at Home Sweet Motel Room, the following morning
It was a loud, frantic knock at the door that awoke the Ambassador from his sleep. A quick glance at the alarm clock next to him confirmed that it was well after noon, and he had ended up sleeping in as a result of how late he stayed up the previous night. Even once he had his machine locked down and headed home by van, it had taken a while for him to get to sleep. There was too much on his mind, ranging from whether the car dealership was even guarded at night, to how he was going to handle the new changes, all the way back around to whether or not Shinji would be maimed trying to fight two Angels without him, Adam and the Wonderchild backing him up. The only way he'd managed to reach the state of slumber was through utter exhaustion, but now his rest had been interrupted.
“Doesn't sound like the kind of knock a police officer would use,” Logan said as he put on a dark grey button-down shirt and popped them shut. He wasn't pretty and washed, thanks to the interruption, but he didn't care. Nor did he care about the fact that he was in his boxers as he opened the door.
“Logan, my man!” It was Jason, there in his civilian clothes but still sparking with red electricity. He had in his hand a large cooler, and looked like he thought Logan had just had his childhood dog shot. “I heard! I heard it all! Not cool, man.”
Logan blinked and rubbed his eyes as the sun hit them. “What did I do?”
“It's what people are doin' to you, broseph!” Jason clarified, surprised that Logan even thought he'd screwed up. “For starters, that whole Japan thing? Really uncalled for, I agree.” It didn't occur to Jason that the diplomat hadn't shared his opinions on the subject, making agreement a little difficult unless one was presumptious. “Dude, that's bad on us, too! Kimmy-P is still in Japan, and says she won't leave until the Angels are kaput! I don't even know if we can combine without her.”
“Yeah, it sucks. But at least that's the only problem I have at the moment. Plus, you Rangers always win. Let's keep our chins up, I guess?” Logan wasn't entirely sure what to say. He hadn't expected any of this, and wasn't exactly sure what was going on. “What's in the cooler?” asked the older member of the conversation, curious as to the contents of the blue and white plastic.
“Oh! Dude, I got this to help get you amped up!” Grinning, Jason showed almost as much pearly white tooth as his dinosake tyrannosaurus. He opened it up with a kick, revealing a large thermos surrounded by ice. It was see-through, and Logan witnessed an extremely delicious looking clear red liquid inside. “I call this Anger Juice, Log'! Came up with the stuff the night after I first piloted T Rex! Dude, would you believe that we all sucked at first? I was terrified and couldn't even make the controls work! Thanks to that, I figured out Anger Juice! It always calms my nerves and gets me in that fighting spirit!” He offered a fistbump to his fellow pilot.
Returning the knuckle bump graciously, Logan knew he had to ask a couple things. “What's in it, and why do I need it?”
Waving his left index finger back and forth in front of himself, the athletic young superhero said, “Trade secret, and for your big fight!”
“...Which big fight are you talking about, J?” Logan didn't like the sound of that one bit, and gestured for his guest to close the door and come inside.
“The one with those Australian guys!” The teenager with attitude pointed to his phone, and swiped it on, browsing to Youtube. “You mean you haven't heard? What have you been, asleep all day?”
“Yeah. Couldn't sleep last night. What Australian guys am I fighting? Man, you know I'm not in shape for a fist to fist brawl.” Logan liked what he was hearing less and less.
“Just watch, man. This has been on TV and stuff too, even though the new bits don't have their internet hooked to ours yet.” He held out his mobile phone, the screen currently displaying a video. It featured two adult males, one younger than another, both Caucasian and both wearing the same, high tech looking plated bodysuit. Much like Logan had the previous night, they were talking to a camera.
“What are your thoughts on the loss of two thirds of the remaining Shatterdomes?” asked an offscreen voice.
It looked as if the older man would say something, but the other one cut him off. “What?! The fuck kind of question is that? It's a tragedy the likes of which we've never seen before.” He turned his head and started talking to the camera, saying “The Breach is still out there, people. Only problem is that now we only have 4 Jaegars and one single dome left to launch em from.”
“Has a plan been concocted to handle the threat of the Kaiju with only 4 units?” it once again asked.
This time, the senior suit guy answered. “Regardless of tactical changes, myself and all other pilots will ensure the safety of our new home's population.”
“Yeah, we will. Even if that means we have to butt heads with expansionist dickheads like the UA. We've just learned about you, and it's not good. Don't even send your good will cronies around, either. It's obvious you're no 'beneficent faction worthy of respect'. We may only have four robots, but when we see your Asshole Frames come into view, any Jaeger will blow them off the map.”
The older guy looked angry, but kept his mouth shut and just stared at the man next to him as the obnoxious one kept speaking. “In fact, actually, you should send your cronies over here. I would love a good old fashioned joint exercise: Striker Eureka vs the man who 'works tirelessly to prove that everyone should like the UA's nuts.' Then we'll see just what a pilot who's never seen a real Kaiju can and can't do.” As the video ended, he mockingly smirked into the camera.
“Dude, he saw your interview! That's crazy! And bad-freakin'-ass! You're gonna do it, right?” Jason stared at Logan, looking like a gamer excited for the new Smash Brothers or GTA. The Ambassador, on the other hand, didn't look so happy. Or even a little happy. At all.
Episode 7 – Go Big or Go Extinct Complete
Choice Time!
>Absolutely. Logan had always wanted to test his skills against another style of giant robot, and a duel against someone who disliked him would be really cool! Also, he gets to kick ass and show everyone how tough and awesome the UA is! Go Big or Go Extinct!
>Logan was far too mature to be baited into stupid little overgrown schoolyard fights. That said, he wasn't feeling up to sticking in Angel Grove, either. He needed to try something new, and he thought it might be nice to go to Beach City! If he could get his Action Frame to a train, he could even bring that to the state of Delmarva, where it was located. That would be fun, and he could share the experience with Adam and the W-E!
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Jul 1, 2017 16:59:37 GMT -5
A short chapter, I know, but also a pretty pivotal one. Big choices made, with huge consequence for the future. |
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Post by Vitsheep on Jul 1, 2017 18:49:26 GMT -5
No way am I anywhere near immature enough to be baited into-
GO FIGHT THE GIANT ROBOTS HELL YEAH
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Post by CMPunkCMPunk on Jul 11, 2017 23:23:41 GMT -5
Episode 8: Logan's Big Awesome Trip
Angel Grove Union Station
It felt rotten. No, to be more accurate, leaving this gorgeous city that he'd planned to take temporary residence in after only 12 days felt pathetic. Therefore, Logan had decided to bring something along with him. Unlike his former friend, who had departed with one of Angel Grove's superheroes in tow, the rotten and pathetic ambassador had packed light. Sure, he took all the clothes and small personal objects he had, but that was not a huge quantity. Usually he just ended up wearing uniforms. Well, actually he hadn't actually packed that light. There had been the issue of the multi-ton giant robot to be arranged, which was why he hadn't left the very day he came up with the idea to skip town. There weren't many particularly efficient options in terms of air travel, but he'd found a heavy duty train that could accommodate the UA's needs when it came to transporting Logan's Action Frame. After all, the ambassador knew it would be somewhat foolish to send one of the very few remaining AFCs (Action Frame Carriers, incidentally) just for his single special unit.
As the gray haired diplopilot watched a pair of workers employed by the railroad secure his beloved robot to the track-based vehicle, he couldn't help but feel an incredible sense of loss. This was at least tempered by the emotion of excitement, since he had always wanted to have a beach vacation! AG, for all its resilient beauty and eco-friendly residents, was landlocked and Tokyo-3 had only Tokyo Bay as a water feature. It wasn't as though he was saying goodbye to the W-E, it just had to stay really still for a while. After all, even despite the strength and sheer size of the locomotive the Arms had requisitioned from him, the Wonderchild was still a challenge to get to fit on board. However, with its flexible arms tucked cleanly to it, and while lying on its side, it had been possible to hitch the mecha to a pair of cargo cars. Logan was proud at how compact and portable his robot was, and finally felt glad that it was on the small side of giant. Even something like the Dinozords would be a struggle to accommodate, let alone the mass of machinery and flesh that was Evangelion 01. “Ick.” said Logan to himself as he tried to put that biological mecha and its pilot out of his thoughts. He hadn't spoken to him since the night he left, and that didn't look like it would change anytime soon.
Truth be told, what was happening in Tokyo-3 seemed distant and remote. It now lay outside of the realm of things Logan was able to have an effect on, at least for the moment. To be fair, the goings on of Angel Grove were also unlikely to be something he could impact, once he left. He was not, however, an invincible and omni-present ubermensch; he was a guy with a robot who happened to be staring at a clock, counting down the minutes until it was time to board. It was no passenger line that would take him cross-country, he was going on a good old fashioned cargo train! It was actually a little quaint looking, but he'd been assured that the solid shining metal train in front of him was one of the most powerful single-engine locomotives ever built, and was more than a match for any of the middling modern models. “It'll still be fun!” he thought, reassuring himself. It had to be, it was a big awesome train and it was helping him get his big awesome robot to the big awesome city on the eastern seaboard of the big awesome country that he was now working in.
It was in fact time to get on the damn train, as he would be departing early on in the day. It wasn't even noon, so he would be traveling all night and all of the next day and all of his life. At least he'd packed a really good sandwich and his new California Republic shirt that he'd gotten at a touristy little shop. And for a change, he finally owned an article of clothing that wasn't plain white or gray. These thoughts occupied his mind as he stepped aboard his ride, but he nonetheless spotted the name of the train as he entered: the DDRX Maxiliner!
Afternoon, aboard the DDR-X Maxiliner
Logan didn't really like it. He'd only been riding across the United States for a few hours, and it had already gotten to him. When someone thinks of a big expensive train, one tends to imagine luxuries the likes of which nobody has ever seen. Imagine, for example, a beautiful black vehicle, sleek and new. It's fast, and oh-so-exquisitely decorated. We're talking about plush, attractive rugs, comfortable and pretty furniture, and way more. Within this train, there is even real wood paneling to give the walls a homey feel, and kitchy but enjoyable wall sconces keeping the place well lit. The amenities are simply to die for – delightfully livable sleeping compartments, complete with bunk beds so the trip can be shared, along with a fully-stocked general store and dining car, featuring a famous gourmet chef! Throughout, an accommodating and friendly staff satisfies your every whim! This is the sort of train Logan wished he was taking a cruise inside of, but alas it was literally nothing like that. Even fairly early on, he'd known there was a problem.
Fairly Early On
“There's no dining car?!”
Afternoon
Yes, this was going to be a very lean situation. He wasn't hungry yet, but he was going to have to make do with only his sandwich and a couple small snacks, and he was in for the long haul. To reach Beach City would take over two full twenty four hour periods, even on a very direct route like he had the privilege of using. He would generally say that the Arms took killer care of him, accommodating some fairly extreme requests that he didn't really do anything too extraordinary to earn. Of course, that was tough to see whilst Logan was riding the world's least fun big awesome train. Yes, as it turned out, not only did the Maxiliner lack passenger sleeping accommodations, it lacked any accommodations at all. There were a small amount of bunks used to put up staff, but as he'd been informed by a snarky little employee, they were shared, and would all be in use.
“Maybe I could sleep in the cockpit. I think I saw a seat that I could rest in, but if I was going to do that I may as well use the one inside my mecha.” said Logan to himself, standing near one of the few windows as he watched Californian terrain pass him by. They were passing through some tracks that hadn't been used since the First Eruption, but which had been hastily refurbished to link the new, 'refurbished' (read:alternate) pieces of California to the easternmore states. Unlike the incredible amount of work it must have taken to get the local internets linked up even in a limited fashion (which had paid off entirely), it was obvious that the rails had been more of a hackjob. It seemed to the UA pilot that the sensation of going over the rails they currently were must accurately resemble what it was like to be an American frontiersman on a covered wagon heading through some of the very territory that they were at the moment. That definitely was not even close to a good thing, and he considered the very real possibility that whatever infrastructure workers had just pushed whatever undestroyed tracks were still available in southeastern Cali back into service without actually fixing them at all. Every once in a while, he heard a harsh clunking sound fill the air, and the entire train would lurch slightly. Each time it felt to Logan as if the vessel could derail and kill him as well as the entire staff operating it, but there also wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He hoped fervently that they would be out of the bad-California just as quickly as they'd left the good-California pieces that had erupted and taken much of its place. If not, he could always just jump off and die to spare himself the agony of waiting. Of course, then he'd run the risk of just breaking a ton of bones and suffering slowly and painfully. It was out of the question, even divorced from the fact that he didn't have an actual death wish.
“Hey, partner.”
Logan looked around to see who had spoken to him, quickly identifying the source of the voice as one of the people working on the train. It was a girl, clad in a pretty simple green jumpsuit and a bandanna over most of her short looking dark hair. She was petite, and happened to have snuck up on the Ambassador while he was watching the rugged, mostly empty scenery go by. Apparently he was her partner, though he had no recollection of such a thing.
“Hi. Are you here to yell at me because I said mean things to the other staff?” Logan asked hopefully, thinking that might just be the case.
“Nah. You're the VIP, right? Gotta say, this is a little unusual.” She smirked a little, glancing up and down as if she was a machine scanning Logan. The rather light brown skinned girl went on to say “Usually the 'Liner carries around heavy resources or big loads of machinery. I think this is the first time we've had a passenger.”
“Sounds like there aren't high expectations of me, then.” Logan returned her smirk, chuckling and finding himself glad for the distraction of conversation. “You all, on the other hand, are failing to meet mine by a big old margin!”
“Oh?” asked the girl, as she rolled her dark brown eyes endearingly. “What did you expect of us?”
“Full service!” Logan threw his hands in the air, gesturing a little wildly. “I wanted to have a nice warm meal, watch the latest movies and TV shows right from my seat, and sleep on beds comparable to the best hotels!” Frowning exaggeratedly and throwing his nose up in the air haughtily, he finished off by saying, “Then I wanted a massage from a pretty or handsome attendant!”
“Pfft.” the young woman scoffed before turning it into an outright laugh. “Well, all you've got is me. I think the rest of the squad was pissed that our schedule got changed. Might not wanna talk to them.” She stood confidently, deliberately invading Logan's personal space and staring.
“I think I got a taste of their resentment earlier,” admitted Logan, slightly embarrassed. “It's cool. I should be able to kill time by enjoying the rousing landscape. There were no mountains in the near distance, so Logan pointed to some empty land.
“Actually, I think this is the first time we've run these tracks. Scoot over, I wanna see.” The confident and mysterious trainworker moved even closer to the chunky Action Frame rider, and they shared the view of mostly destroyed areas together. Even this far away from the coast, the devastation from Mount Katsuragi was evident. Whatever ecosystem had been present there in the past seemed mostly eliminated, and it was actually fairly sad to see.
Feeling a sense of melancholy from considering the reason the area was so empty, Logan choked it down and introduced himself. “I'm Logan, by the way. Ambassador from the United Arms.”
“Sonya. Sonya Ortiz.” She pretended to turn and shoot a pistol, James Bond style, but the reference was entirely lost on Logan, who had never seen the films. It didn't bother him, though; he was just glad to have company.
Evening
Logan had finally done it – he'd succumbed to the pain of hunger and crunched down his deliciously packed turkey club sammich. It was so damn good that he really wanted to just eat the whole thing, but he had to ration what was left and hope it would continue to keep as long as he kept it cold. At least he had the little cooler he'd received as a gift to thank for making such a strategy possible. At that moment he was quite satisfied, and was actually beginning to enjoy his voyage cross-country. As he was thinking about how he might want to budget his time the next day, Logan was interrupted by his new acquaintence once more.
“Got some for me?” asked Sonya playfully, as she took a seat next to him and grabbed the remaining bread+ingredient combination without even asking.
“Guess so,” answered Logan, not wanting to come off as lame and greedy by refusing to share even though he kind of needed it for the trip.
Taking big bites of the club, Ms. Ortiz laughed and started grinning. “So good!” she said with food still in her mouth, before continuing to stuff her little face.
Choice Time!
>This girl could get annoying fast. Get her out of the picture as graciously as possible, before she takes the snacks too!
>Logan rarely got such nice attention from people he thought were cute, and decided to take full advantage. She seemed playful and receptive, so what's the harm in flirting? None, that's the answer! A little thing like helping herself to his food was the last thing he minded in light of this.
>Logan was hella skeptical. People didn't just come up to you and start talking, right? At least not usually. He remained aware that Sonya (if that even is her real name) could be a spy and kept her at arms length politely, while keeping his eye on her just in case.
>Logan attacked the young woman, striking her in the face and grabbing the remains of his sandwich back! BEGONE, WENCH! THIS FOOD BELONGETH TO LOGAN, AMBASSADOR WARRIOR GOD OF THE SEVEN NATIONS!
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