Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Evangelion meets Robotech ❯ Chapter 11

Neon Genesis Evangelion meets Robotech: Eleven

The massive chamber stood in the center of the great ship, a technological marvel among many in the grand ship. The side of it opened and a figure emerged, dwarfed by the Zentradi around her. "Are you well, commander?" Breetai asked, his metal faceplate gleaming.

Miriya looked up, taking a miniaturized garment and quickly pulling it on. "As well as can be expected in this tiny form," the green haired woman frowned. She shook her head grimly, "How do Micronians possibly stand it?"

"I'm sure I don't know," the attendant said to her sympathetically before asking, "Do you feel any lingering ill effects?"

Miriya snarled, "I'm fine!"

"Are you clear on your mission?" Breetai asked with a slight frown.

"To infiltrate the Micronian city on board of Zor's ship," Miriya stood at attention while she said, "and discover the weapons capabilities they are hiding." Silently she added, 'And I will find the pilot who defeated me in battle and kill him. Slowly....'

"A Battlepod will carry you in," Breetai said gruffly, "and launch your capsule into the hull of the vessel. From then on, you will be on your own."

"I'm an Angel pilot," Miriya's voice was mildly chiding as she continued on, "I will manage, and emerge from this triumphant."

"Understood," Breetai nodded then turned away, the giant striding off into the ship.

Miriya climbed into the padded capsule, settling down while the end was sealed. 'I hope this works,' she thought, letting her worry show in the privacy of this place. The next few hours were something of a blur.... The battle, weapon's fire outside the chamber, then a massive impact.

"Time to go," Miriya muttered to herself, picking herself up from where she fell. A bit of blood matted her hair, her scalp split by the crash.

The pilot made her way from the ruptured container, emerging into the outer levels of Zor's ship. She looked out through a gap to the aerial combat outside, the blossoms of missile and weapons fire, the battlepods and Evangelion fighters in a maelstrom of fire and death. Turning resolutely she strode forward, seeking a route into the interior of the ship.

The ship rocked occasionally as Miriya weaved her way inside, her rough garb pulled around her slim body. She emerged from a section of hull and shaded her eyes, the artificial blue sky and simulated sun high above them. 'A waist of time and technology,' she noted while still feeling oddly... comforted by the illusion.

"Are you all right?" a woman's voice asked as Miriya stumbled, distracted from her steps by the sight of males and females walking so closely together.

Miriya quickly turned around, silently cursing her distraction as she took in the girl who had managed to sneak up behind her. Her dark hair was pulled up in a complicated looking bun, a long dress hugging her slim form as she gazed up at Miriya worriedly. "I'm fine," she said curtly, "I just had a bit of an accident."

"More than a bit," she reached out to where a slow trickle of blood dropped from Miriya's scalp, "you've been hurt." She grabbed at the startled Miriya's arm and tugged her after her, "Let's get you some help."

"Who are you?" Miriya blinked as the woman pulled her forward.

"Oh," she beamed up at the slightly taller Miriya, "my name is Minmei."

"Miriya," she said, deciding to just let the woman pull her along. 'This could turn out to be useful,' she thought.

Not long afterward she was sitting inside a restaurant called 'Little White Dragon,' an older woman bearing a resemblance to Minmei tending to her wound. "Thank you, Auntie," Minmei said, looking worriedly over her shoulder at Miriya.

The older woman gave Miriya a gentle smile, "It looks like you had a rough time." She finished applying a bandage then gently tugged at the arm of Miriya's rough garment, "Even your clothes are in bad shape."

Miriya's thoughts raced, a story quickly forming in her mind. "I don't remember," Miriya admitted, "it's all sort of blurry."

"Do you have anywhere to stay?" Minmei asked, looking down at her in concern.

Miriya shrugged helplessly, "I don't really know."

Minmei looked appealingly towards her aunt, the older woman smiling back wryly. "Looks like you've brought another lost kitten home," she chuckled, "I'll get the spare bedroom ready."

Miriya looked surprised, "You're letting me...."

"It's no trouble," Minmei beamed. A few moments her aunt came down to let them know and Minmei drew her upstairs, "I like having people here."

"Right," Miriya said, seeing clothes laid out on the bed in the upstairs room. She touched the shirt and long pants thoughtfully, surprised at how nice they felt on her skin.

"My old boyfriend's clothes," Minmei said a bit apologetically, "I told Auntie that you two were pretty close to the same size...."

Miriya picked up the red shirt thoughtfully before stripping off her roughly made Zentradi garb and pulling the clean clothes on. "Is this the correct uniform?" she asked Minmei curiously, tugging at the loosely fitting shirt.

"It's not a uniform," Minmei laughed, "it's just clothes." She saw the white pants slip down Miriya's slim hips, the woman frantically grabbing at the waistband. "I'd better lend you a belt," she said, grabbing a black one.

"Thank you," Miriya sighed. With some assistance she threaded the belt through the loops, tightening the belt to keep the pants up.

"You really don't seem to know anything," Minmei murmured. She smiled sunnily, taking Miriya's hand, "Don't worry, we'll help you get your memory back."

"I hope so," Miriya smiled back. 'That improvisation was brilliant,' she thought to herself, 'it explains away all of my confusion.' Minmei left her there to rest and Miriya lay back on the bed, a bit surprised at how comfortable it was compared to her usual quarters. 'Now if I can just find that damn pilot,' Miriya mused.

In another part of the ship two women walked side by side, talking softly. "I can understand your being nervous," Ritsuko said with a gentle smile, "I'm feeling it, too."

"Really?" Maya looked up at the tall blonde in surprise.

Ritsuko laughed softly, reaching out to take her black haired lover's hand. "It's a big step we're taking," she said, "I may be sure of you but myself? I'm a mass of confusion."

"I've always been sure of you, Sempai," Maya squeezed Ritsuko's hand.

Ritsuko chuckled softly, looking down at her with a sultry look. "You really should be careful about calling me that," she purred, "you never know what might happen."

Maya gulped, a bit of a flush appearing on her face. "And what might that be?" she managed to squeak out.

The two women stopped near an intersection, Ritsuko gently tilting Maya's face up with a finger. "I might have to take you back to our quarters," she whispered, "and...."

"We're on duty," Maya squealed.

Rei looked as Ritsuko chased a blushing Maya by them, the two women disappearing in the distance. "Thank god they didn't see us," Shinji noted mildly.

"That was sort of cute," Rei noted, a slight blush on her pale cheeks.

Asuka chuckled wickedly, "I almost wish they had gone through with whatever they were going to do in the hallway."

"Asuka," Rei scolded, blushing brighter.

Asuka carried her helmet over her shoulder as the three flight suit garbed pilots started off again. "Do you two want to hit the town with me for dinner?" she asked.

"Gotta pass," Shinji looked a bit sheepish, "the last call I got from Minmei sounded like she was feeling a bit neglected. I thought I'd take her out for dinner."

"Bring a present too," Asuka reminded him, "she likes that sort of thing." She looked over at Rei, "How about it?"

Rei looked at Asuka a moment, her little tongue poking out to moisten suddenly dry lips. "I'd love too," she smiled.

To be continued....