Red alarms flared and sirens screamed as hairy fingers ravenously typed at a keyboard. The thuds of heavy leather boots marching past clutters the air as a frenzy of personnel floods the room in a panic.
“Status report!” Barked Vali’ha, 1st Brigadier General. His teeth gritted as he turned his head downwards to the plethora of subservients staring down the monitors and rattling their desks with furious hand movements. A meek, young ape cleared his throat and announced to the rest of the Bridge.
“We’ve had an incursion on K-4YT. According to the current intel… it appears to be another human assault. Other reports describe Xillien spacecraft, but those come from unreliable and unbacked sources… What are your orders, sir? The newcomer retreated back down into his ‘den’ of sorts, and hovered his hands over the control panel, ready to execute orders at any moment. Vali’ha stroked his beard for a moment, pondering the situation. His eyes set dead forward into the black abyss of space, squinting further and further.
“Should we consider deployment… sir?” A Lieutenant asked. Vali’ha stayed silent, but the thought ran in his mind. He could contact the next fleet over and try to get a hold of the unit that Tahla belongs to, an infamous pilot and feared individual across the cosmos. Risking damage to MG2, however, was too costly when it was likely that the detected object is a simple scouting vessel or a small fleet of attack ships.
Vali’ha finally opened his mouth, and calmly responded, “If I know Humans, they wouldn’t dare attack with more than a measly fleet this deep in our sphere of influence. I wouldn’t worry. Let the local forces deal with it and continue on your course to M1. We’re conquering that wasteland, and the measly Millennians won’t be able to stop us.”
The Simian Battle-Carrier and her subsidiaries dashed into hyperspace, and within an instant, only trails of neon blue remained in their place.
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Earth, UN Base in Nagoya“Thank you, the both of you, for attending this urgent meeting. With growing tensions and the enlarging Simian and Garogan threat, alliances with the Mysterians and Nebulans as proposed will be put into consideration with the board. Segawa, Fuyutski.”
Hanekawa sighed as he lifted up from his bow and sat back in his chair. His baggy eyes sluggishly blinked and his mouth slowly opened as a meek yawn escaped his mouth. This momentary relief was cut short by the all too familiar ring of the bell outside his office. With a pout he got up and opened the door to see his new secretary, Yoshida, standing with his arms desperately wrapped around an abundance of papers. Yoshida’s hands were covered in sweat, and with every passing seconds, the white paper slipped downward, and the young man struggled to juggle it between his outstretched fingers.
“Come, come. Don’t just stand there, put the papers down.” Hanekawa ordered.
“Anywhere, sir?” Yoshida panted.
“Oh, god yes. Anywhere will do.”
“How did the meeting go?”
“You know how these things go. KACC and NERV can be so demanding and derogatory, moreso KACC. Segawa is always demanding new funds for another army, another MOGUERA, another Mechagodzilla, and the like. Fuyutski is more reserved, but that Ikari who’s the boss over there is quite… you know what I mean, yes? He’s not easy to work with.”
Yoshida nodded along with everything his boss said.
“They need to understand that we’re in a good position at the moment, and without an immediate threat we don’t need to spend absurd percentages of our monthly budget on gimmicky weapons that’ll probably never see service.” Hanekawa continued, waving his arms in a frantic and frustrated manner, “They can’t just tread all over us. Ah, well. I’m just one man. What can we do?”
Yoshida spoke up, “I’m not too sure about any of this, really, but I do think that, in all honesty, we could make some cuts to KACC and NERV. I think they have too much of a grip on us working here at the UN. Especially the branches in Japan.”
This made Hanekawa think. Did the two biggest organisations defending the civilisation have too much power and influence? Do they need to be held on a leash? The two men sat in silence in the darkened room as the time flew by. Clocks ticking. Ambient bird calls and distant chatting down the many hallways of the buildings. The secretary’s uncomfortable gaze reawakened Hanekawa from this silent state, and Yoshida retreated from the room, scuttling down the hall.
Hanekawa peeked from out the door, catching a glimpse of his weary secretary, before yawning and slinking back inside. Today had been a long day.