... maybe ... *shrug*
I'll get back to it one of these days, though, just because it's garnered interest, here's a little finisher for you:
The tribunal was not running smoothly. There really hadn't been any doubt that this would be the case, even as much as a week before the event.
Yes, to the general public NERV were heroes. Carefully edited material leaked to the press painted them as defenders of humanity, which was what they were in a way. They had, after all, served their purpose.
The existence of a nebulous, shadowy group running things from behind the scenes and _wanting_ to cause Third Impact and covertly backing NERV had seemed a little too convenient ...
Ryoji Kaiji frowned, taking a drag of his cigarette and blatantly ignoring the 'no smoking' signs near the entrance to the courtroom. Not that he was the focus of attention, or even the focus of _any_ attention.
That was reserved for the farce playing out in the center of said room.
Of course there had been evidence, of course there had been witnesses ... but due to several strange twists of fate the witnesses slowly became less and less, the evidence was deemed circumstantial, and the blame was slowly but surely being shifted towards other places and other _people_.
Keel Lorenz didn't look smug. In fact, he didn't look any different than usual. Stone cold and absolutely assured ...
Which was when the lights went out, and the walls shook with deafening thunder.
Ryoji puffed on his cigarette, the ember the only small speck of light amidst the darkness of the windowless closed courtroom.
He put it out against the wall he'd been leaning on.
The lights flickered on.
What guards, decorative or otherwise, had been posted around the room were down, limbs spread haphazardly, weapons absent.
Few noticed that tidbit.
Attention had been riveted by the four obviously armed figures who'd seemingly materialized in front of the tribunal. Not unfamiliar figures, either, since three of them had been deemed 'national heroes' suspiciously swifty after the debacle that led to this event.
They also hadn't been allowed as witnesses, being cited as currently working through trauma as a result of the most recent and, at the time, thought to be final battle.
"Now you will receive us."
Kaji had to admit, the younger Ikari had actually managed to surpass his father in sheer creepiness factor when he was as focused as this.
The Beretta 93R in his right hand, muzzle sweeping across the judges did wonders to emphasize his point, though.
"We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry."
Ryoji winced. He knew that tone, and considering that Katsuragi was swinging what looked like an auto-shotgun around, he felt justified in sitting his ass down on the floor and hoping as hell she wouldn't just unload it into the onlookers she was covering.
"We do not want your tired and sick."
Alright, he'd knows Ibuki was ambidextrous. He'd also known, from going through her file, that she was checked out on the standard self defense course NERV ran in the Geo-Front. He'd heard rumors, but hadn't paid them much heed ... maybe he should have. After all, Gendo had hardly managed to shoot _himself_ in the back of the head, now had he?
"It is your corrupt we claim."
Shinji's weapon had completed its sweep, ending up centered on one particular individual who Kaji knew had been the Monolith responsible for Germany.
"It is your evil that will be sought by us."
He knew from experience just what sort of damage that sort of weapon could do, and was glad Katsuragi hadn't gone entirely loco, since she wasn't aiming anywhere in the direction of the now panicking onloonkers. Of course, SEELE America now had to deal with the sensation of a muzzle of significant caliber pressed dead center against his forehead.
"With every breath, we shall hunt them down."
Two flat black Glocks covering the opposite end of the room and two more Committee members didn't as much as shake when Ibuki took her cue and spoke her piece.
"Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies."
'England' had had enough, and shifted ... the click was almost deafening in the otherwise damn near tomb-like silence of the chamber.
Kaji had just recalled Shinji had been ambidextrous as well, and the second 93R appearing in his other hand, to stop the errant with its very presence and unwavering intent confirmed it.
"Do not kill! Do not rape! Do not steal! These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace!"
The American member's chair tipped back, landing the man on the hard tiled floor ... he wasn't noticing much past the muzzle still pointed at him by the speaking purple haired woman, though.
"These are not polite suggestions! These are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost!"
_All_ those present flinched at the intensity of Ibuki's voice.
Kaji was possibly the only one to put things together, there and then. It confirmed his theory.
The elder Ikari had been executed - there really was no other term for how things had been done - the day immediately after Ritsuko Akagi's hospitalization.
"There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, in to true corruption, into our domain."
'Oh boy,' Kaji's eyes went wide as Misato's voice went close to a whisper and _still_ managed to sound as if she were right there in front of him. 'This is going to be messy.'
"For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we four, and on that day you will reap it!"
Ikari's gaze swept the gathering a single time, his eyes seemingly holding every other pair with their laser-like intensity for a moment before moving on. His aim never as much as wavered.
"And we will send you to whatever god you wish," the hitherto silent and still Ayanami Rei said, her voice flat. The single, _massive_ handcannon casually held in one hand rising easily, with a motion as free as pointing her index figer, straight at Keel.
"In nomine Patris."
"Et Filii."
"Et Spiritus Sancti."
Thunder rolled.
Dialogue and concept shamelessly ripped from the courtroom scene of Boondock Saints.
Written solely because I wanted Rei to use that line.
I like Maya. Hence, she gets a part.
I don't like canon-Asuka much. Hence the absence.
My version of Shinji likes Italian guns. Deal with it.
Rei + Cassul = made out of w1n.
---
*ahem*, now that that's over and done with for the moment (puts up a *send coffee* sign), here's a Narutofic thought - what if Orochimaru was a bigger hack than initially thought and did steal almost _everything_ he knew ...
Jiraya stopped, staring.
Gamabunta, whose head he was riding on, did as well.
He'd been a shinobi for as long as he could remember, and had seen some things that went right past amazing and into ludicrous on a fairly regular basis.
... this, though, was not something he'd ever though he'd see.
For that matter, it wasn't something _any_ of the battling nin around him had thought they'd ever see either.
Konoha, Suna and Oto-nin just stopped and _stared_ incredulously ...
***
Orochimaru laughed as the Kusanagi was sheathed in Sandaime's flesh, point erupting from the back of his neck even as the hilt was rammed into the old man's stomach.
"I must admit, sensei," the snake-sannin mockingly adressed the dying Hokage, "I would have expected you to put up more of a fight."
There was no answer. The Third's lifeless body went flying, blood spraying from the killing wound, as his former student turned renegade kicked it free from his sword's blade.
The shield fell, and he was met with his bodyguards and a pleasant surprise - Uchiha Sasuke's limp but still living body being hauled towards him by Sakon.
Konoha nin bodies littered the arena and stands, and the Hidden Village was burning.
Orochimaru kept laughing ...
... when a voice from behind him cut in.
"Just one minute."
And suddenly, he was no longer standing atop one of the rooftops of the arena, and the Hokage was no longer lying in an ever expanding puddle of blood a ways off, and he was _in the middle_ of the Arena somehow with ...
He no longer needed Seals to do something as simple as Kawarimi, and his speed was such that he hardly ever required use of that particular basic skill anymore.
It didn't matter, one way or the other, since the moment reflex action started to kick in upon realization just how deep a shitpile he'd landed in his chest erupted in a shower of blood, bone, and gore.
He looked down to see a hand having torn through his body with what he knew had been almost casual ease.
***
Jiraya looked at the man who'd just ripped his former teammate apart with about as much trouble as one commonly has with squashing cockroaches, and suddenly realized just _why_ Manda was last seen heading away from the Leaf at speed, whimpering like a whipped puppy.
Certainly, the spike of killing intent when the blow had been deal had been stronger than almost anything short of a Bijuu could manage, and the spectre of a serpent winding its way around the man's body had been more than genjutsu.
Beside him, a very much alive Sandaime Hokage stood, looking on with ... recognition?
"So, who's the urchin-head down there, sensei?" the toad-sannin asked after a moment.
Eye of the Serpent - a Naruto/Getbackers fusion featuring Mido Ban - the Jagan no Shinobi - and his best friend, Amano Ginji - formerly the one known as the Raitei of Kumogakure - getting revenge on snake-teme for murdering Ban's grandmother and then taking over Otogakure.
-Griever
ETA:tweaking.
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
I'll get back to it one of these days, though, just because it's garnered interest, here's a little finisher for you:
The tribunal was not running smoothly. There really hadn't been any doubt that this would be the case, even as much as a week before the event.
Yes, to the general public NERV were heroes. Carefully edited material leaked to the press painted them as defenders of humanity, which was what they were in a way. They had, after all, served their purpose.
The existence of a nebulous, shadowy group running things from behind the scenes and _wanting_ to cause Third Impact and covertly backing NERV had seemed a little too convenient ...
Ryoji Kaiji frowned, taking a drag of his cigarette and blatantly ignoring the 'no smoking' signs near the entrance to the courtroom. Not that he was the focus of attention, or even the focus of _any_ attention.
That was reserved for the farce playing out in the center of said room.
Of course there had been evidence, of course there had been witnesses ... but due to several strange twists of fate the witnesses slowly became less and less, the evidence was deemed circumstantial, and the blame was slowly but surely being shifted towards other places and other _people_.
Keel Lorenz didn't look smug. In fact, he didn't look any different than usual. Stone cold and absolutely assured ...
Which was when the lights went out, and the walls shook with deafening thunder.
Ryoji puffed on his cigarette, the ember the only small speck of light amidst the darkness of the windowless closed courtroom.
He put it out against the wall he'd been leaning on.
The lights flickered on.
What guards, decorative or otherwise, had been posted around the room were down, limbs spread haphazardly, weapons absent.
Few noticed that tidbit.
Attention had been riveted by the four obviously armed figures who'd seemingly materialized in front of the tribunal. Not unfamiliar figures, either, since three of them had been deemed 'national heroes' suspiciously swifty after the debacle that led to this event.
They also hadn't been allowed as witnesses, being cited as currently working through trauma as a result of the most recent and, at the time, thought to be final battle.
"Now you will receive us."
Kaji had to admit, the younger Ikari had actually managed to surpass his father in sheer creepiness factor when he was as focused as this.
The Beretta 93R in his right hand, muzzle sweeping across the judges did wonders to emphasize his point, though.
"We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry."
Ryoji winced. He knew that tone, and considering that Katsuragi was swinging what looked like an auto-shotgun around, he felt justified in sitting his ass down on the floor and hoping as hell she wouldn't just unload it into the onlookers she was covering.
"We do not want your tired and sick."
Alright, he'd knows Ibuki was ambidextrous. He'd also known, from going through her file, that she was checked out on the standard self defense course NERV ran in the Geo-Front. He'd heard rumors, but hadn't paid them much heed ... maybe he should have. After all, Gendo had hardly managed to shoot _himself_ in the back of the head, now had he?
"It is your corrupt we claim."
Shinji's weapon had completed its sweep, ending up centered on one particular individual who Kaji knew had been the Monolith responsible for Germany.
"It is your evil that will be sought by us."
He knew from experience just what sort of damage that sort of weapon could do, and was glad Katsuragi hadn't gone entirely loco, since she wasn't aiming anywhere in the direction of the now panicking onloonkers. Of course, SEELE America now had to deal with the sensation of a muzzle of significant caliber pressed dead center against his forehead.
"With every breath, we shall hunt them down."
Two flat black Glocks covering the opposite end of the room and two more Committee members didn't as much as shake when Ibuki took her cue and spoke her piece.
"Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies."
'England' had had enough, and shifted ... the click was almost deafening in the otherwise damn near tomb-like silence of the chamber.
Kaji had just recalled Shinji had been ambidextrous as well, and the second 93R appearing in his other hand, to stop the errant with its very presence and unwavering intent confirmed it.
"Do not kill! Do not rape! Do not steal! These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace!"
The American member's chair tipped back, landing the man on the hard tiled floor ... he wasn't noticing much past the muzzle still pointed at him by the speaking purple haired woman, though.
"These are not polite suggestions! These are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost!"
_All_ those present flinched at the intensity of Ibuki's voice.
Kaji was possibly the only one to put things together, there and then. It confirmed his theory.
The elder Ikari had been executed - there really was no other term for how things had been done - the day immediately after Ritsuko Akagi's hospitalization.
"There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, in to true corruption, into our domain."
'Oh boy,' Kaji's eyes went wide as Misato's voice went close to a whisper and _still_ managed to sound as if she were right there in front of him. 'This is going to be messy.'
"For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we four, and on that day you will reap it!"
Ikari's gaze swept the gathering a single time, his eyes seemingly holding every other pair with their laser-like intensity for a moment before moving on. His aim never as much as wavered.
"And we will send you to whatever god you wish," the hitherto silent and still Ayanami Rei said, her voice flat. The single, _massive_ handcannon casually held in one hand rising easily, with a motion as free as pointing her index figer, straight at Keel.
"In nomine Patris."
"Et Filii."
"Et Spiritus Sancti."
Thunder rolled.
Dialogue and concept shamelessly ripped from the courtroom scene of Boondock Saints.
Written solely because I wanted Rei to use that line.
I like Maya. Hence, she gets a part.
I don't like canon-Asuka much. Hence the absence.
My version of Shinji likes Italian guns. Deal with it.
Rei + Cassul = made out of w1n.
---
*ahem*, now that that's over and done with for the moment (puts up a *send coffee* sign), here's a Narutofic thought - what if Orochimaru was a bigger hack than initially thought and did steal almost _everything_ he knew ...
Jiraya stopped, staring.
Gamabunta, whose head he was riding on, did as well.
He'd been a shinobi for as long as he could remember, and had seen some things that went right past amazing and into ludicrous on a fairly regular basis.
... this, though, was not something he'd ever though he'd see.
For that matter, it wasn't something _any_ of the battling nin around him had thought they'd ever see either.
Konoha, Suna and Oto-nin just stopped and _stared_ incredulously ...
***
Orochimaru laughed as the Kusanagi was sheathed in Sandaime's flesh, point erupting from the back of his neck even as the hilt was rammed into the old man's stomach.
"I must admit, sensei," the snake-sannin mockingly adressed the dying Hokage, "I would have expected you to put up more of a fight."
There was no answer. The Third's lifeless body went flying, blood spraying from the killing wound, as his former student turned renegade kicked it free from his sword's blade.
The shield fell, and he was met with his bodyguards and a pleasant surprise - Uchiha Sasuke's limp but still living body being hauled towards him by Sakon.
Konoha nin bodies littered the arena and stands, and the Hidden Village was burning.
Orochimaru kept laughing ...
... when a voice from behind him cut in.
"Just one minute."
And suddenly, he was no longer standing atop one of the rooftops of the arena, and the Hokage was no longer lying in an ever expanding puddle of blood a ways off, and he was _in the middle_ of the Arena somehow with ...
He no longer needed Seals to do something as simple as Kawarimi, and his speed was such that he hardly ever required use of that particular basic skill anymore.
It didn't matter, one way or the other, since the moment reflex action started to kick in upon realization just how deep a shitpile he'd landed in his chest erupted in a shower of blood, bone, and gore.
He looked down to see a hand having torn through his body with what he knew had been almost casual ease.
***
Jiraya looked at the man who'd just ripped his former teammate apart with about as much trouble as one commonly has with squashing cockroaches, and suddenly realized just _why_ Manda was last seen heading away from the Leaf at speed, whimpering like a whipped puppy.
Certainly, the spike of killing intent when the blow had been deal had been stronger than almost anything short of a Bijuu could manage, and the spectre of a serpent winding its way around the man's body had been more than genjutsu.
Beside him, a very much alive Sandaime Hokage stood, looking on with ... recognition?
"So, who's the urchin-head down there, sensei?" the toad-sannin asked after a moment.
Eye of the Serpent - a Naruto/Getbackers fusion featuring Mido Ban - the Jagan no Shinobi - and his best friend, Amano Ginji - formerly the one known as the Raitei of Kumogakure - getting revenge on snake-teme for murdering Ban's grandmother and then taking over Otogakure.
-Griever
ETA:tweaking.
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm