I Don't Want to Turn into Orange Juice in the EVA World

Transmigration is a technical business. If you're skilled, you can transmigrate to a world with giant turnips and even get a System, then reach the pinnacle of life. But ordinary people can't reach the top in this place, because Hideaki Anno wasn't in the best mood when he made it, and I didn't get a System when I arrived either. In other words, welcome to the EVA world scripted by SEELE and the Commander. Am I going to get completely played by that emotionally deprived, awkward middle-aged man in sunglasses? Ribbit, I don't want to turn into LCL! Oh? There's an EVA I don't recognize, and it's mine to pilot? What does your Dead Sea Scroll say? I need to figure out how to take out those old geezers who want to turn us into orange juice. (P.S. Just putting up a disclaimer first: I'm only an ordinary newcomer passing by. I just wanted to write a TV-series fanfic, and I was probably traumatized by the old theatrical version.)