I've decided that if RP gets a little too much, I'll make a Gendo's Diary instead of a chapter to explain what the hell was going on. I'll save actual chapters for major plot-meat.
Gendo's Diary: Page 1
I've decided to keep a log of the events here at SEALE HQ. Things have started to grow out of hand, lately. It all started when Quibble entered my office a few weeks ago...
: Director Ikari, I think you're going to love what we have for you!
: Who made it?
: I did, sir.
: *sigh* Fine. Let's see what you have, Quibble.
He brought me down into the Alien Containment sector, which held a massive machine. It was a large series of tubes and wires, all hooked up to some kind of metal cube. I asked him what it was, but he wouldn't tell me. He couldn't shut up about all of the scientific break-throughs this device would lead to, including making death entirely meaningless.
: Quibble, I already don't care about any of your deaths, I don't see how you could make it any more meaningless for me.
: Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Director! This machine, the cube we've got hooked up, has the ability to bring machines to
life!: Congratulations, your findings will advance the Tamagotchi industry by thirty years. What does this have to do with our alien problem?
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Limitless soldiers, sir! Every soldier that we've lost can be brought back to continue fighting, with all of the abilities they had in life, and the room to grow even more powerful! It's True Resurrection, Director Ikari, we hold the power of God in our hands!
: Which one?
: Er... what?
: Which God?
: Um... Judeo-Christian?
: Ah, good. He knew how to smite someone when they got on his nerves. That's the kind of power we can use. In fact, I know exactly where to start...
We hadn't had the boy Simon on our team for long, but I already knew he would be an issue. I read his file, and his ideals... weren't a perfect mesh with my own. He would need to be controlled, and I figured the best way to keep him in line was appeasement. With all the corpses we had piled up, it didn't take long for us to create the perfect replica of an old friend of his...
: Are you ready, Quibble? Activate the machine.
I still remember the horrible jerking the body made as the cube filled it with life. It took nearly ten minutes, but finally, a voice.
??: ....--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
: Shut it off, Quibble, we've got him.
??: Er... phew. Where the hell am I?
: You're on Earth, and you've just been drafted. Welcome to the fight, Kamina.
: NO WAY!!
I really should have expected that response from him. Being the rebel that he is. Working for someone like me would be completely against his ideals, though I can't even begin to imagine how he knew to distrust me from the moment I spoke to him. I admit, I was disappointed that I had to have him killed, but it had to be done. I kept a pair of bodyguards on hand at all times, they would suffice to defeat a lone man with a sword. What I didn't count on was the young man forming a giant red mech out of sheer willpower.
: HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY! YOU THINK I'M GONNA STAND BY AND WATCH YOU SEND MY BRO TO FIGHT THESE ALIENS ON HIS OWN?! OUTTA MY WAY!
By some miracle we'd trapped him in the storage room, where he has remained since, only leaving on occasions where I required his assistance. Obviously, if he even thought about disobeying, his precious "bro" Simon would be killed in an instant; he had no choice but to comply. One such occasion was my next subject: the zombie apocalypse.
While Kamina's resurrection went perfectly, it appears that he was a special case. Out of the other thirty attempts we made, only one stuck: the disembodied brain of Pat the Androgynous. And even then only partially. It went rogue, and took remote command of all the corpses we had on hand to attempt the process with. The zombies attacked the base, but by a stroke of luck my agents dealt with them while suffering no casualties. Kamina's help was most appreciated.
Unfortunately, I find myself in a predicament. He has made me promise that on the next mission, he is to accompany Simon into battle, to ensure his safety. If I refuse, his mech is going to bite me in half. Most people would find such an idea preposterous; in my case, I have little choice but to agree. I will end the log here, as I have much to prepare for in case Simon's reaction to Kamina's story prove... contrary to my interests.
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