Plot Spoiler!
Author's notes: Lets face it, the conclusion to Evangelion kind of sucked! Shinji never gets laid, the world is left a waste land with a huge half-a-head of Rei on it and the only two people left alive are Shinji and Asuka. All and all not a good day for the human species. So for the set up of my fan-fic, pretend that everything on NGE happened except the final scene where you see Shinji and Asuka lying there. This will be a new story revolving around what happened after the destruction of humanity.
WARNING: This fan-fic will contain violence, language, adult themes, angst, names of made up alien people, items, worlds, etc and cameos from other anime and TV shows. It could also contain depictions of nudity and sex later on, so brace your self!
Disclaimer: Guess what? I own absolutely nothing contained in this fan-fic! Be it Eva or any other show I will give credit to.
Evangelion: The Death God War
Chapter 1: The New Kid (Prologue)
Two million years have passed since all of the Earth's inheritance ceased to exist, and for nearly two million years the only evidence that they every existed drifted through the vastness of space, seemingly without direction. It slowly moved through the galaxy known as the milky way, until it found its way into an area of space known as the Cluster Worlds. This place derives its name from the fact that there are well over three hundred stars, planets, planetoids and moons within a light-year. This place has existed for several million years and has seen the rise and fall of many species, cultures, nations, and religions. Here is where our new story begins, right in the middle of a massive interplanetary revolution.
General Dolim tapped his clawed fingers impatiently as he waited for his subordinates to return with the updated report and his roasted Criga beetles. He always got hungry when he sent soldiers off to battle and nothing tasted better to a Reptilian Xindi than Criga beetles.
But even their wonderfully sour taste wouldn't ease his anger over the disappearance of General Shresht and his crew. The Xindi Insectoid's ship had been located adrift and abandoned near the planet of Sirece with no sign of anyone on board.
It was one thing to be destroyed in battle, but to simply vanish meant that they had lost to something without having stood a chance. In Dolim's mind, Reptilians were the ultimate fighters. Insectoids may come in a distant second, but they shouldn't lose so easily against any of their current enemies.
And if losing the stupid bug wasn't enough, he had to be the one to 're-stabilize' this front. A small sector not vital to the Death God Empire or its war against the rebellion. These facts festered in Dolim's mind until a young crewmen interrupted his thoughts.
"Sir. I've brought the report on the power fluctuation, but your beetles won't be ready for~" The crewman was cut off.
The hapless crewman was unaware of General Dolim's short temper and bad mood. It was clear Dolim had never heard the phrase 'Don't shoot the messenger.' He grabbed the smaller Reptilian by the collar of his uniform and put his knife up to his throat. The rest of the bridge crew ignored the plight of their comrade and kept working as if everything was normal (which for the ones who knew Dolim, it was).
"If I do not have my beetles, than I do not want a damn report. I get edgy when I have to read a boring tech report on an empty stomach! And when I get really edgy, people die! So either bring me my beetles, enemies for me to kill, or speak your last words!" The General bellowed.
Dolim then slashed the crewman's cheek and shoved him to the ground. The young Reptilian quickly scrambled to his feet and out the door. However, letting the crewman go without killing him made the general's need for action, preferably of the violent type, worse.
He looked around for something to either harass or kill, but nothing looked too appealing. He noticed that the sensor operator was quietly staring at his screen observing the battle ahead of them.
He had sent four of his seven battleships on ahead to attack the small enemy convoy, which they'd been dispatched to destroy and it hardly seemed necessary for all the ships to be engaged in combat. On the other hand it meant he would be doing very little and it was starting to get to him.
Not having anything to kill, he decided to see how his ships were doing instead. Turning to his sensor operator he demanded to know the status of the battle, if it wasn't going well he really would kill something, probably the sensor operator. The operator knew General Dolim's tantrums very well, he knew he'd be in trouble if the fight was going badly. Fortunately for him everything appeared to be going smoothly.
"General, Commander Relnick reports that the enemy ships are weaker than his and their lines are beginning to fall in to chaos. It is only a matter of time before they are...Wait! Sir, three enemy battleships and a deleron carrier have just come out of Star Speed behind Commander Relnick! If they engage him he'll be out flanked and won't be able to fight back!" He said in a panic.
Although the sensor operator was terrified that he was about to be gutted for this bad turn of events, Dolim was actually ecstatic. Now here was a fight worthy of a Reptilian. The three battleships were no problem, an easy target for him, but that carrier made it much more challenging.
Almost all battleships (his included) carried a total of three delerons a piece, but a carrier had anywhere from ten to fifteen delerons on board. This meant his pilots would be out numbered over two to one. This made the General's blood pump. He couldn't wait to face those odds. Wasting no more time in getting to the action, he order that all three of his remaining ships charge into combat immediately.
"All Reptilians to battle! Eleven years is far to long a time for these rebels to have remain alive! Let them know that the Death God Empire and the strength of the Reptilians is eternal!" The Reptilian ordered.
The crew quickly got to work carrying out their leader's order. They primed the weapons and started up the engines. Everything went smoothly at first, but just as the helmsmen throttled up the impulse drive, the sound of the ship's engines suddenly went from a low roar to dead silent.
Many of the bridge sensor panels, screens and lights went dark. The two other ships, unaware of their lead ships malfunction, hurriedly proceeded onward with their task, without Dolim. Needless to say, the large Reptilian was furious. He nearly smashed the communications panel on his chair as he began barking orders and demanding answers.
"Power Room, what's going on!...Power Room, answer me!...Power Room, can you hear~" He tried to speak but was immediately interrupted.
Dolim's rage was cut short by a flash from his view screen. Looking up he found that his two other warships had been replaced by two fireballs. His instincts now told him that he was not suffering from simple malfunctions, but sabotage! He managed to keep the panic out of his voice, but it was clear to all that they were in serious trouble.
"Security, repair crews, everyone, stations immediately! Is anyone there!" The general desperately tried to call for help.
"I'm afraid no one is available to help you escape, Dolim." Came a voice.
Dolim tried to find the source of the voice that had suddenly appeared, but before he could look around, all of the remaining lights went out. A split second, later the room erupted in the sound of weapons fire. Dolim's eyes quickly adjusted to the light of the blaster fire, but all he could see were the figures of his own men and they were quickly falling one after the other. The general rushed to one of the emergence lighting panels and fussed with the buttons when he reached it.
He finally managed to turn on the emergence lighting just in time to see the last of his bridge crew collapse to the ground, but he also saw something else. Just to the side of the fallen solider was a distortion of light. It was somewhat in the shape of a humanoid and was barely visible.
Optical camouflage, Dolim had heard of this. The power necessary to maintain it was said to be so high as to make it impossible to use for any amount of time, but clearly that wasn't the case anymore. If Dolim could capture this technology, it might compensate for the loses he'd suffered today.
General Dolim did not look directly at the distortion, so as not to alert it, and kept in the corner of his eye. Who ever it was probably didn't know how good Reptilian eyes were and thought he was completely invisible. He need to get something he had hidden in a bulkhead, something he'd saved for just such an occasion.
He move as though looking for the one who'd attacked them, but secretly moving towards the bulkhead. He also needed to keep the attacker's mind off his movements. For the blood thirsty warrior only one course of action was acceptable, and that was to challenge it.
"To whom do I owe the honor of being attacked by?" he asked.
His question was met with a monotone, disembodied voice.
"Just someone interested in twenty-five thousand dygems." the voice replied.
That response gained a 'Humph.' out of Dolim, who had heard that the leaders of the rebellion had put a price on his head, but he hardly expected anyone would be crazy enough to try and collect it. The questionable sanity of the assailant, did not stop Dolim from taunting him, as he continued his slow inconspicuous walk toward the bulkhead.
"So your a low life, scum sucking, lawless, spineless, greed bounty hunter." the Reptilian sneered
The voice remained in its monotone state.
"Actually I'm a contracted low life, scum sucking, lawless, spineless, greed bounty hunter, but yes." The voice said calmly
Contracted meant someone had asked this person to go hunt him. This did not bother Dolim as he inched closer to his target all the while keeping the distorted light in the corner of his eye.
"I know the bounty on my head. It's an 'Alive Only' deal. You get nothing if I die." He smirked.
"True. But you're not dead, now are you." said the voice.
He figured he would be if this didn't work, but Dolim was nearly there just a few inches more.
"How do you sleep at night, knowing that you trade lives for money?" He said trying to keep the voice distracted.
"Ironically I was worried about that too...at least at first. But then I learned about the men I was hunting. And I realized that most of them might not deserve to live. Men like...you General Dolim." It said.
The General stopped when he heard this, but not from shock or anger, but because he was finally at the bulkhead. Now he just needed a brief diversion. He decided to keep trying to agitate him, and see if he'd slip up.
"Oh. Why do I not deserve to be alive?" He said in a mocking voice of worry.
"There have been a lot of rumors about you. The one I am most interested in is the one I've heard about your infant son. Supposedly, when you discovered that he had a small deformity in his arm, that which made him ineligible for military service, you killed him. Any truth to it?" It asked still in monotone.
"Of course! I would destroy anything that carries my blood and would do me shame! No man should be father to something so weak!" He yelled angry about the near disgrace he would have fell.
"...You are...the type of person I hate most." The voice said slowly.
The voice never lost its monotone sound, but Dolim picked up on a hint of remorse. A sign of weakness to a Reptilian. It might very well be the distraction he was looking for.
"It sounds as though your father and I have things in common. We both get rid of useless people, even our own flesh and blood if necessary." He poked at the voice.
The statement produced the reaction that Dolim was hoping for, dead silence. He then discreetly raised his hand to the hidden compartment and readied himself. He cautiously looked over to the distortion and was planning his attack when he heard the disembodied voice again.
"If I am useless, what does that make you, who so easily lost to me?" The voice finally replied.
That made the General more enraged than ever before. He ripped off the compartment door and pulled out the large gun behind it. Charging at the distortion, he pointed the weapon and just before he pulled the trigger he screamed.
"NEVER GLOAT UNTIL YOUR ENEMY IS A COLD DEAD CORPSE!"
The anti-light armor pulse blaster discharged its heavy rounds out from its large barrel. Dolim was in a full on charge. The room was filled with a deafening sound. And before the General could register what was going on, a bright orange flash had him on his back.
He was only dazed for a moment, but he quickly realized that his pulse blaster was badly damaged and was now useless. It had impacted on a strange energy wall that had appeared in front of him.
It looked as if it were made of several orange octagons, one inside another. It had completely absorbed the attack. Dolim was no stranger to hyper-shields, but the energy for one was even bigger than optical camouflage and the smallest generator for one was at least ten feet tall. What he was seeing was technically impossible. Yet it was happening.
"Please be careful General. My A.T. Field can be quite painful if you hit it." came the voice in its usual monotone sound.
Dolim's eye finally located the owner of the voice, who was no longer invisible. It was a humanoid. It was notably shorter than a Reptilian, but not very small and seemed to look like a young man. His black hair was down to his neck and his eyes were covered by light blue-gray visor like glasses with circular shaped objects, that covered each ear, on either side.
He had on a black robe that was partly open and revealed a tight, form fitting flight suit or battle armor which had a dark gray in color on the chest section while the stomach to the feet were covered in dark blue-gray.
Around its neck was a strangely shaped, yet simple, ordainment on a chain like necklace. And last, but not least, in his hand was a medium sized dull silver hand gun type weapon, which, surprisingly, was pointed at the ground and not at him. General Dolim spit out the small amount of purple colored blood that was in his mouth and stood. As he did the A.T. Field vanished, but the humanoid remained visible.
He slowly reached down to his waist band, where his high strength steel-titanium knife was concealed. He figured if the man hadn't disappeared again and his field was now gone that must mean he was out of power, but this was only a guess. He decided to try the distraction game again hopefully throwing off the young man. He may have lost his technical defenses, but he could very well be a decent fighter.
"You're a strange one aren't you?" the general said plainly.
"You are not the only one to have that opinion. Now then General, why don't you and I calmly leave, shall we?" He said.
The gun was now raised and Dolim could see an image inside the visor that look like a targeting reticule, and it was now targeting him. Dolim didn't expect to come out of this alive, but he was at least going to take this creature with him. He decided then to forgo the distractions and lunged at him with his knife drawn, trying to thrust it in to him.
He felt at least three rounds hit him in the chest, but he had just about made it to the face of his shooter. He was about to start slashing when red blur passed in front of him cutting the knife in half.
A fraction of a second later and a blow to his side had him stumbling to the ground. Dolim tried to stand but a metal object pressed against his head halted his movements. He shifted his head a little towards the young man, but he could only see up to his chest.
However he could see that he now possessed a large red blade that was definitely not there before. It looked like it was a solid blade and not one made of energy which only added to the list of this creature oddities.
Dolim then tried to bat at the gun pressed against his head, but his arm was unusually numb. Upon inspection, he found a red gel on his shoulder, as well as two more on his chest. The numbing sensation told him it was some type of tranquilizer.
"A stun weapon? I'm a general of the Xindi Army and you come at me with a stun weapon?" He said in disgust.
"Like you said, if you die there's no money." the young man replied.
The young man felt pressure on his gun as Dolim pushed his head against it in defiance. It was obvious that he was getting ready to pounce again.
"Now General, why don't you take it easy? We can calmly walk out of here, in a peaceful manner, which is preferable, or I can stun and then have to carry you. Ether way, your days of fighting for the Empire are over. Don't worry the Death Gods will be right behind you." the young man's voice was as monotone as always as he spoke.
The room fell completely silent for a minute or two, before a chuckling sound could be heard. Seconds later it became a full blow laugh. A laugh that belonged to General Dolim. It was a good two minutes or more before Dolim let his captor in on the joke.
"Do you really think I am the first general to fall in the service to the Death Gods? Do you really think the revolt you serve is so different? Do you really think you are going to make a difference? Well then let me give you a little history lesson.
In the Death Gods' seven hundred year reign, they have seen eighteen rebellions prior to this one. In all of them, including this one, there have been no less than forty-six generals of the Empire, captured, killed or simply gone missing.
Of the solders and rebel leaders responsible for their captures, deaths and disappearances, all of them have had their heads severed from their bodies and put up on a pike, in the Imperial palace court yard, for the viewing pleasure of the royal court! So tell me, Why do you think you'll survive the wrath of the Death Gods?" He asked with a smile.
There was a pause before Dolim got an answer.
"'Death God' I don't like the term. It implies that someone is omnipotent and can only bring about destruction. Of course it's only given to those who used supernatural powers to bring about the end of their world, so it is somewhat appropriate.
What makes me think I can survive these so called 'Death Gods' is that I too am guilty of causing the destruction of my world with supernatural powers." He said with the slightest hint of sorrow in his words.
"You...you can't...can't be a...a..." Dolim tried, but failed to speak the words.
"A 'Death God'? I wish that I wasn't." said the young man
With that, a shot rang out as the young man pulled the trigger to his gun causing Dolim to fall over unconscious. He lied there groaning as the man who shot him stood over him and shook his head. It really would have been easier to have walked out, but he wasn't surprised that he would have to carry the nearly seven foot Reptilian.
The Xindi seemed unreasonable most of the time. He returned the gun to its holster on his back before reaching up to the side of his visor and activating the communicator. He hoped that he wasn't out of range.
"Doctor, It's Shinji. I'm finished here, how's that convoy doing?" The boy asked.
A chipper female voice quickly came through the headset.
"Great! The reinforcements have the other Xindi ships on the run!" said the woman on the other end.
"Good to know. In that case can you come pick me up?" Shinji asked.
"No prob! I'll be right there! You okay?" The young woman had a double meaning in her question, but Shinji would only refer to his physical state.
"Fine Mutio, just fine. But I'll probably have a back ache after having to carry Dolim all the way to the airlock." He said trying to sound agitated, but still coming across as monotone.
"Don't worry I've got something for that." Mutio chirped.
Shinji had heard her prescriptions for anything and everything and they almost always included a 'therapeutic' treatment.
"Doesn't that actually make back aches worse." He said.
"Depends on the position." she said with a small giggle.
"I'll be fine see you in a few minutes." Shinji finished, hoping that ending the conversation would drop the subject completely.
Shinji disconnected the link and moved to pick up Dolim. Shresht, the Insectoid Xindi was clearly far lighter. Reptilians probably weighed five times more than their insect like counterparts. He managed to get Dolim up over his shoulder and surprisingly Dolim's weight was not all that unbearable.
Shinji was a little confused, but disregarded it and made his way to the airlock. He got there as a Flapjack class transport ship approached the Reptilian's warship. Less then a minute later it latched on to the dock and sealed the two ships together.
The Flapjack transports were simple in design. The cargo section could be modified into several different functions, this ships cargo bay was built to hold one single deleron, although it was currently vacant. Just before the entrance to the habitat area were the holding cells.
Shinji approached it with the unconscious Dolim. He threw Dolim in to one of the cells, then, with the flip of a switch, the bars of the cell closed and began to glow blue as they were charged with energy.
The light blue glow dimly lit the cell room. The sounds of the bars closing caused the only other occupant to stir. Clicking sounds came from behind Shinji. The translator that had been put in his ear made quick sense of the weird clicking.
"And what is the so called Death God up to now?" it asked.
"Oh Shresht, your awake. You'll have someone to talk to in an hour or so. At least that's when the tranquilizers are suppose to ware off." Shinji said, trying to pay him little mind.
"So now you have Dolim. Congratulations, you are now one step closer to your execution." It said simply.
"Dolim said something similar. It's quite the cliché with you guys." the boy said, failing to add any sardonic tone to his voice.
"It may be a cliché, but only because it's true. I don't know if you are a Death God, but even if you are, you'll have to fight against eight other Death Gods. You'll die for sure!" It said hoping the boy would lose his cool.
"Death is no longer something that scares me." Shinji said this as he became lost in thought.
"Sounds like someone who actually doesn't want to die." Shresht said trying to delve deeper into his captors mind.
"That's not true. All my friends are dead. A lot of the time that's where I want to be. But I'd like to die trying to stop these Death Gods rather than kill myself." he Said looking back at the Insectoid.
"Interesting. I hope I'm alive long enough to see a fight between you and a real Death God." It said now giving up on the young man. It was clear that words were relatively useless on the being.
"You're not the only one." Shinji, again, spoke as he became lost in thought.
Shinji then departed for the habitat section. The hatch opened with the push of a button and closed the same way. When he turned around from closing the hatch to the cell section, his eyes met a pair of red glowing ones, which were a little too close. Shinji wasn't startled, but not because he was use to surprises. The reason he so easily dismissed the red eyed Doctor Mutio, was the reason she was so close.
"How do you feel Shinji? Any tense feelings?" the female Doctor asked.
"No. But I could use another dose." he said calmly.
Mutio removed the visor over Shinji's eyes. The visor suddenly compacted itself into the circular disks, becoming one circular disk. As Mutio placed the disk in its holding recess she looked up at a small thin metal object that had been concealed by the visor.
It was over Shinji's left eyebrow and part way down the side of his eye socket. The only features of the metal object were row of six dots, three raised and three sunk into the metal, and small hole next to the dots. The doctor looked closely at the small device.
"You still have half of your last dose left. Here, feel." She said.
The young female Aquilian took Shinji's hand and guided his fingers over the row of dots. The raised dots let him know how much of his medication was left. Mutio had said repeatedly that running out of medication was not the end of the world, but he felt it was best not to risk it.
"We could let it run down, Shinji. See what happens." She asked in a reassuring manner.
"I doubt I'm cured." He said flatly.
"But your probably better. At this point we could try alternative treatments. I really don't want you to wear an Emotional Suppressor longer than you have to." She said with concern in her voice.
To be honest Shinji didn't care if it was on him for the rest of his life. He didn't want to feel the horrible pain he felt inside, but he also did not want to worry the good doctor into thinking he'd become dependent. He was open to the idea of alternative treatments, but he knew that there were no conventional ones, just the Aquilians favorite thing to recommend to anyone on the road to recovery or trying to maintain their health.
"And if we drop the E.S. what do you recommend?" He said knowing the answer.
"Sex." She said seriously.
"I don't know why I ask any more." He stated.
"You seem to think I'm kidding, but I'm not. Sexual contact is good for the body. It produces physically pleasant sensations, relaxes the mind, eases stress, gives a person a sense of closeness, allows for..." Mutio began to ramble on.
Aquilians were known as the greatest doctors in all of the Cluster Worlds. Their bodies allowed them to consciously make themselves infertile or fertile. And with the cure to every known STD, it was understandable why sex was their favorite pass time.
Mutio went on to list the advantages of sex, but Shinji was only half listening. He wasn't interested in sex with anyone. Losing the women he cared for and watching all of humanity and Earth come to an end had killed his sex drive. If there was any interest remaining in him, the E.S. took care of it.
The only thing that occupied his mind at the moment was his next target, which unlike the other two, needed to be tracked down. He had been able to stay near Sirece, where his new home was, but that was out of luck. The men he was hunting were located all over the Cluster Worlds and were either in hiding, heavily protected, excellent fighters, or all three.
It was a long road and he just wanted to get to the next one. Shinji, with Mutio in tow, had passed through the habitat section, and into the control room. He seated him self in the pilot's chair as Mutio finished.
"...Giving one an improved sense of stability, which is why oral stimulation can be beneficial as well. Now do you understand?" She concluded her lecture hoping that this time he'd been convinced.
"Yes doctor. I'll think about it, but I think we should get on our way. I want to capture one more before we head in. If we head towards Neferice we might find information on~" Shinji started but was interrupted by Mutio.
"Actually, we have to head toward Hyneria." She said somewhat quietly.
"Why?" He asked.
He didn't have to ask that question. He already knew the answer to it. There were no targets, nor would there be any info on them there. There was only one thing on Hyneria that would give him cause to travel there. It needed to be fixed after all that it had been through and he had been expecting the call, just not so soon.
"Rygel sent word that they're done with the refit and...when your ready...so is Eva." She said monitoring Shinji's face for a response.
"...Doctor I've decided that I won't take an E.S. dose now, but when we reach Hyneria I know I'm going to need a full dose. Is that alright?" Shinji this time tried to sound stoic, but the tiniest hint of emotion still got through.
Mutio merely nodded and sat down in the co-pilot's seat next to Shinji, who didn't stay seated long. As soon as he entered the destination into the nav-computer, he left for his room in the habitat section. When he reached his small bedroom he sat on the simple mattress and looked out the window. Outside the ship quickly accelerated to Star Speed, and yellow lights were soon zipping past as the ship now traveled faster than the speed of light.
As he watch the activity outside his small widow, his hand drifted up to his chest and took hold of the small metal cross that he had been given on his last day on Earth. Given to him by someone he missed more than any other thing or person. His fingers moved the cross around in his hand, tracing every edge and corner of the object. Then, as if the cross were a two way communicator to her, Shinji spoke.
"Well Misato, it's been five months since I got here. Hard to believe all the things that have happened in that time. I hope you've been watching cause you wouldn't believe me if I told you all the stuff that I've been through." He said.
Then Shinji allowed his mind to wonder backwards in time. Five months backwards.
To Be Continued.
Credits
Shinji = Neon Genesis Evangelion
Mutio = Blue Sub No. 6
Dolim = Star Trek: Enterprise
Shresht = Star Trek: Enterprise
Rygel = Farscape
Closing Notes
Well here we go, To help the readers along I'm giving you a run though of some of the items and terms. A deleron is a humanoid looking mech type weapon. dygems are the currency of the cluster worlds, When you think of Shinji's robe, think of something that looks like the black robes in Kingdom Hearts that the 13 bad guys wore. The E.S. kind of looks like the eye piece that 7 of 9 from Star Trek: Voyager had. And lastly, The Flapjack is the ship featured in the show Hypernauts.
Thanks for reading. Zidane Ace.