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Somewhere at some point, Irene had actually nodded off to sleep. It was only the first fragments and bursts of planetside frequencies that roused her from the nap. She resisted rubbing at her eyes, probably wasn't a good idea working LCL into them. It was still quiet, a sense of panic started...

The call went in. Combat. All she could think of were her belongings still on the station. Some of the last remnants from her service in Germany. Beyond the memories, the nightmares. Barty's panicked words were balanced out by Durant's level and direct reporting. It was all overwhelming...

She laughed at them when they told her how she was getting to earth. One of those crazy orders you give someone to make them all nervous, then slap them on the back when you tell them you were just yanking their chain. Except they weren't. Dropping from the air wasn't that unusual, but...

She didn't say anything to Huginn at first, not even a glance to acknowledge he'd said anything. Irene was not going to stoop so low as to gratefully take that apology. Instead she waited till they got their trays, knowing in a moment he'd be seperated as he went to get the...paste. Her hand...

The Moon Base. In Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace Even Huginn's little supportive push didn't dull the temper flare at the other manufactured. How he said it was nearly as inciting as what he said. That absolutely false and programmed friendly nature sickened her. He's even worse than Hugie when he...

"I think they thrust the responsibility into the only hands that can fix it." There was an edge to her voice, she had lost any real love for NERV sometime ago but faced with the extinction of mankind Irene had been willing to not give voice to such feelings. She was also going stir crazy. It...

There. I could see a pattern, a particular arrangement in the code. As it was, it was just gibberish. Disjointed, fragmented, nothing but corrupted data. Looking at it from a distance I could feel connections were there. A sign of movement broke my concentration on the subject and the...

Atoma-chan What I am not doing is sleeping. A grossly wasteful expense of time, but I can understand the reasoning behind why they need it. The part that grinds my gears is that it tends to waste my time waiting for them to wake up. The particular person in question is Maggie, someone who I...

"Hey no problem. No promises, but I did have some spare stuff I was patching together at a bolthole I had. It isn't anything fancy and my sewing skills would make a home ec kid look good, but it's yours. Not sure if they found that place though, they were just sniffing too close and I booked it...

To the Third's surprise she fought back the laugh at Tatt's response. That kind of a scout was not what she had though Tatt meant. The implications at the projects choice of subjects was another unpleasant subject that could be dealt with at a later time. For now was another altogether...

Fuck. The Third opened her mouth to make an apology, but it just worked itself silently. She didn't know Tatt very well but if it was her, anything like that would've just pissed the Third off even more. Just the way to make the beach trip even more enjoyable. She never even noticed the...

"Scary movies with you would be a pretty lethal experience?" She tried to keep her voice deadpan, but couldn't keep the smirk off of her face. "Still though, that's great to know. The only thing is we'll have to be careful, you have problems with the water, right? You could down the sucker...

It took a little bit, but eventually the Third noticed Tatt's little grimaces weren't from stepping on something. The only happened when she was trying to stop Tatt from getting whacked in the head. A little out of spite she stopped mentioning them and surprisingly the blind girl didn't have any...

At Tatt's question about dead failures the Third made an amused huff, jerking a stained hand towards the body behind them now. Back pedaling quickly since Tatt wouldn't have caught that, she rolled out with a lightly sarcastic tone to tease the girl. "Last time? Oh, quite awhile ago. You don't...

That Cassius and his crew had come all the way out to Tatt's territory was an unpleasant surprise. Ever since she had known him, he led his group with the fervent belief that if they survived and waited on the island they would be forgiven their failures. With a static belief like that, they...

"Jesus, no. No." She emphasized again. Even if Tatt could get over being dead like other people got over a cold, the idea of using a comrade (even a monster of one) as bait was repellant to the Third. "For now I want to find out why Cassius has taken such a lethal interest in me. He was made...

The Third was taken back by Tatt's response. Being interested in fish when there was a much, much closer body? Then again, she didn't have much direct knowledge of Tatt's dietary habits. Only rumors from the few others she kept in contact with. Maybe she wasn't a crazy cannibal monster of the...

Something she had learned very quickly was that all it took was a small change to what was considered "normal" to become unnerving. For instance, she had noticed that when smiling with one too many teeth or distinctly misshapen ones the other individual was off put. Tatt's toothy grin didn't...

The Third turned towards the sudden sound. Her innards roiling in response with sub-dermal plating. Panic gripped her at the realization that the stalker might've been just buying time for some of her allies to find her. The fact that they were too late to save the would be assassin was of...

With the sun rising ever higher, the advantage was rapidly going to the Third's quarry. Before hand in the dark, the two had been relatively equally handicapped. She couldn't actually see the little invisible skulker, but without any light source under the canopy she couldn't see the Third...