"...all that sort of shit."
"Pilot Lillian, I see no reason to call you without your designation if I require you do the same for myself. As for you and your Eva's time in the Canadian limelight, NERV's intelligence rivals the rest of the world's put together, therefore we knew almost every detail of your lives before you arrived. However, it seems that we will not have to resort to injections and dark rooms with bright lights in order to extract what we probably already know about you."
As Jacoline turned away, Lillian rolled her eyes. Dear God...she really IS going to be about as much fun as living at a convent...joy. Falling into step beside the other woman, she kept pace easily. The sudden burst of speed caught her off guard, and she just stared at the advancing figure for a moment, before taking off after her. As she caught up, Jacoline asked her a question.
The Captain led the way down the building afterwards, not saying a word, simply watching out of the corner of her eye the reactions and attitude of Lillian Diana Chloe. Once outside, she began with a jog, and continued.
"Files may well tell facts about a person, place, or object, but after years of being out in the field, you learn that they often react much differently than the observations of a desk jockey would tend to have you believe,"She then put on a very quick burst of speed and began tearing down the street, the pilot was then forced to either slow down, or speed up and work to catch the officer, though she still had enough breath somehow to ask her another question,"What do you think Second Impact gave humanity?"
Lillian ran in silence, easily keeping pace. Damn... After a bit of thought, she responded. "Assuming we survive whatever the Angels are trying to do? Another way to kill ourselves; look at human history, every major technological step we've made has been turned to kill each other."*breath* "NERV may have Eva building under wraps now, but eventually something'll leak, and the next thing you know, some jackass nation is using them to attack another." *breath* "As my dad used to say: 'Same tune, new artist.'"
The younger woman caught up soon enough to the Head of Security, and with a small note tucked into the back of her mind, she admired that the pilot had reacted quickly to the speed boost, it showed a small bit of adaptability what with her breathing.
"You certainly have a dark view of the world for someone as young as yourself, with little to indicate why. However, as you just said, we have yet another weapon, but you don't believe that NERV would allow something as dangerous as the Evas out without some kind of failsafe, do you?"She looked to see the pilot's reaction to that,"Trust me when I tell you that the machines you put yourself into to fight the Angels are very much impossible to duplicate without the materials, personnel, and procedures of NERV. Unless these leaks also let out those details as well as the secrets involved, it will not be safe to create even fully automated copies. And even if they do, all they'll be are hunks of metal with weak AT fields, not Evas."
"Well I come from a family of realists, so ya, some might say I can be a bit pessimistic, but I prefer to think of myself as a bit more 'grounded'." *breath* "If NERV didn't have a whole ass loads of fail-safes, I'd be very surprised." She replied, raising an eyebrow. *breath* "Aside from production level stuff, I'd be putting some sort of powerful self-destruct on-board the Evas...just in case."
"In any case, that is not the focus of this evaluation. The point of this run was so that I didn't have to continue to sit today, and I see that you keep yourself in decent shape, for a pilot,"She then sped up even more than before, and using a wooden fence as a spring board of sorts, spun and began running back towards the complex,"But can your use of the AT field help in this instance?,"She yelled back, moving unbelievably quickly and rounding the first corner back before Lillian was able to fully turn on her heel. Once around the second corner however, Jacoline waited for the pilot, and readied herself to stop the girl when she came around one of the few buildings she would be required to round on her way back to the complex.
And now your final little test, girl. You've done decently so far, I would hope that you do not disappoint me now.
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"Just because I don't have time to dance anymore, I don't see..." Lillian was caught off guard by the Captain's sudden manoeuvre. "Holy shit.." She muttered, as Jacoline took off.
Slewing about, she launched after the woman at a dead sprint, just close enough to see her vanish around the corners ahead of her. Rounding the second one, Lillian was confronted by a motionless person blocking her path. Without thinking, and being utterly unable to stop, she dropped her shoulder and ran full force into the Captain.
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Jacoline was certainly not expecting that action at all, but her instincts and training took over, although an audible "OOOFFF" was heard as the pilot barreled into her. Using the built-up momentum, Niekerk dropped and rolled with the girl she had her arms wrapped around, droppping her over onto the ground, while attempting to be as careful as possible to avoid any lasting damage.
Both of the women now on the ground, Niekerk rolled to her front and bounced to her feet, before grabbing her now well-bruised torso and coughing. The adrenaline rushing through her system, she breathed out and held out her hand to help the pilot up, a half-smile and chuckle escaping her lips before another cough. However, the smile faded soon after.
"Lillian Chloe, at least piloting has possibly improved your ability to tackle challenges head-on. Pun fully intended. I lied before about the job. You will not be working in the Eva armory. But you're not going to be stuck as a glorified clerk, we have enough of those already. Congratulations, you just found yourself a position in the Security Force. Nothing major, but during your duty hours, you have a small bit of rank over the other pilots as far as I'm concerned. Though I'm sure the Director has already chosen her own proteges from among the soldiers in your unit. Your uniform should be waiting for you in your locker along with your plugsuits in the morning. Now get up and take my hand, you still have sleep to get, and I have my own night rituals to attend to before I get to sleep. I'll see about getting the kitchen stocked tomorrow, never have had a real reason to think of much as anything but temporary. NERV's changing that, for the time being."
