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Re: The 3rd Angel
All these people around performing clean-up made it a lot harder for Charlotte to get around... she was suddenly afraid she would step on someone or something. Not only that, but she had to worry about her umbilical dragging around - given how big it was, she could easily knock around NERV's trucks or personnels, and flat out crush anyone in it's way. She was even worried about using nearby buildings to hold onto as she walked, trying not to limp with the pain in her leg, and the true damage to her EVA's. After all, there had just been a battle here - anything could be damaged from her and her teammate's running and stomping around, and every cent spent on unimportant repairs like those was a cent not spent on defenses or better weaponry. Plus, if she knocked something loose, it would fall down... possibly crushing something, and causing yet more damage if it didn't.
And was that... it was! Even the Commander was out here! Shouldn't he have been back in Command, directing the clean up operations? And... wait, was he just talking to Olga and Pilot Miyamoto? Couldn't that wait until they were treated? Thinking for a moment, she decided to open a channel. "Pilot Alan requesting callsign of unit overseeing post-battle operations," she stated. "Also requesting status and ETA to Med of wounded Pilots Olga and Miyamoto." Waiting a moment, she also remembered to ask: "Pilot Alan also requesting orders."
Her heart was pounding... it... it felt like she was questioning Command, even just asking those questions...
All these people around performing clean-up made it a lot harder for Charlotte to get around... she was suddenly afraid she would step on someone or something. Not only that, but she had to worry about her umbilical dragging around - given how big it was, she could easily knock around NERV's trucks or personnels, and flat out crush anyone in it's way. She was even worried about using nearby buildings to hold onto as she walked, trying not to limp with the pain in her leg, and the true damage to her EVA's. After all, there had just been a battle here - anything could be damaged from her and her teammate's running and stomping around, and every cent spent on unimportant repairs like those was a cent not spent on defenses or better weaponry. Plus, if she knocked something loose, it would fall down... possibly crushing something, and causing yet more damage if it didn't.
And was that... it was! Even the Commander was out here! Shouldn't he have been back in Command, directing the clean up operations? And... wait, was he just talking to Olga and Pilot Miyamoto? Couldn't that wait until they were treated? Thinking for a moment, she decided to open a channel. "Pilot Alan requesting callsign of unit overseeing post-battle operations," she stated. "Also requesting status and ETA to Med of wounded Pilots Olga and Miyamoto." Waiting a moment, she also remembered to ask: "Pilot Alan also requesting orders."
Her heart was pounding... it... it felt like she was questioning Command, even just asking those questions...