Neon Genesis Evangelion

Majestic : False Prophets

Copyright notice: Characters featured in the Neon Genesis Evangelion franchise are copy right Hideko Anno and Gainax. This is a non commercial fan fiction.

Chapter 1: A Renewed Denial of Hope

Antarctica, September 13 2000

Below the surface of the icy, wind sheered antarctic land, was this massive cavern. It's perfect ovoid shape defied any rational, scientific explanation that the first explorers had. It took several years of combing the cavern to find the first logical, though wildly implausible, answer. And today was the day when Dr. Katsuragi was to make first contact with the frozen giant, so to speak. This career had been building up to this point for over a decade when he was hand picked by the UN to survey the cavern when ground penetration RADAR first noticed it.

People familiar with this personnel files, rather than close to him personally , knew all his hard work to be here cost him his marriage. The process probably was a ugly, bitter affair, if he had bothered to have returned to Japan to attend the divorce proceedings. The rest of the expedition were not surprised in the slightest that he didn't return home, much less that he didn't mention it at all. Some were surprised that he was even married in the first place. Today, a big day for discovery, was first kicked off when his young, 14 year old daughter, arrived

Somewhere over the Antarctic

War is hell, especially if you're gonna be the first spark of it. Forty Spetnaz soldiers in all were still clamoring, not thrilled as they started to learn what they were going to do today. Killing terrorists are one thing, but wiping out a gaggle of UN lackeys was another thing. Some resorted to cigarettes and taking shots of vodka that someone brought on board to steady their nerves. Someone had tried to light up a joint, but he nearly had his hand crushed off by the only non Russian on the plane. "You stay sober, or you jump without parachute...understand?" came the voice from the translator the man carried. His natural voice was more unsettling as it echoed under the metal mask before the translator's external speaker turned his nearly unintelligible native language into a broken Russian that might have been hilarious if they weren't freezing right now.

Vic shivered as he tried to light his cigarette against the blistering wind. He was starting to finally consider quitting just for the sake of not having to come outside. He finally relented when his smoking buddy held up a torch lighter and said , "Next time, try lighting it before coming out here."

Vic could only mutter a thanks as he inhaled his first puff of the day. "Maybe if we're lucky,they'll let us set up a little smoking pit inside after that experiment. I'm surprised we're not in clean suit at this point..." The other guy said in between puffs.

Vic looked up at the other man, "Hell, You know what surprises me. The doc has a kid and he brought her h-"

The other guy waited for Vic to finish, or cough before he finally turned to ask Vic what he was going to say. He saw the spray of red against the door just has he heard a loud puff off in the distance.

A second spray of red painted the door again as the man slumped towards the ground on top of the cooling body of Vic, the cigarette still burning in his mouth.

A few minutes later, the Russian platoon and their associate came to the door and moved the bodies out of the way. Muttering of last minute prayers of resolve, regret were overshadowed by the giant man's booming voice, the translator speaking in an American accent marred by his natural guttural voice.

" Remember...no Russian."

The next 30 minutes was a massacre. None of the UN researchers were soldiers or had anything to fight with besides ice picks. None of that mattered as the 'mysterious' soldiers shot everyone on sight and forcing their way to the main dig. Some of them looked hopeful as the mass of ice in the center of the cavern appeared to be intact. It had a shape that reminded them of a giant human with a long pole sticking out of the back. Or maybe a spear if you thought of it that way.

"Good, we made it in time. Did you get a count of the bodies?"

The first to answer in his best imitation of a Scottish accent, "I think we're one short. But 7-12 said he found a bunk with clothing for a teenager..."

The non-Russian turned his head to the soldier, his face obscured by the white faceplate. Frost had covered most of it, but you could still make out the blue T shaped pattern. Even if no one could see his face, his voice gave his initial confusion, "Teenager? What the hell do you..." He looked around again, using a curse that the translator couldn't relate. That when he looked at the 'giant' again and ran toward it.

Before he could get any closer, there was a chain of blasts from the center of the room. The pole attached to the 'giant' came loose and hit the ground, breaking off the ice the encased it. Much to the Russian's surprise, it did look like a spear. Red with two prongs at the end of it. The other man ran to the other side of the cavern as if giving chase. As he looked at the lance, he noticed the 'giant' seemed to be moving...

It didn't take the masked man to find who he was looking for. Dr Katsuragi had managed to avoid the ambush and set off the charges to break off the spear from the giant. He had hoped to catch him before the contact experiment. But the doctor had something that kept him from being with the other UN scientists...

He had his daughter along today. And the masked man had completely forgotten about it. But he at least managed to find them and fire a few shots from the borrowed Russian rifle, none hitting their mark. By then, though he closed the gap and lanced out at the younger Katsuragi with a long, curved knife. The blade cut into her parka and cut deeply into her chest enough to make her cry out and fall over. Dr Katsuragi dove over to cover Misato from another stab by the assailant. He felt the blade cleave through him, barely missing his heart. Katsuragi managed to jerk back and wrench the knife loose of the other man. He also managed to pull the assault rifle away from the man and in desperation fired the entire clip into the man before dropping in and picking up Misato. As he made his way to the escape pods, he could hear the masked man start to move again. He was growling. It was a sound that no natural being could make.

The cavern itself was alive with the giant, having risen from his resting place. The Russians weren't told what it was or what could happen, but they could reason that the spear had to be put back before something worse could happen. All 40 of them somehow managed to avert the Giant of Light escape, but the damage was already done...

The last thing Misato remembered of that day was her father placing her into the pod and dropping his cross pendant on her. Then she saw the masked man, with out his parka, stab her father again. Just as the pod's door lamed shut, he could almost make out the man's words.

"Wah su reign, Ith wil denstah..."

A UN ship recovered Misato approximately 18 hours later. The wound to her chest was deep, but was bandaged enough that she was found alive. Every attempt to find out what happened was meet with her deafening silence. And this silence continued for the next two years.

The White House, Washington DC. September 30th 2000

The president and the twelve special advisers looked over the reports as they came in. The last of the Tsunami had finally made land fall and already they were looking at the grim outlook. The president, a middle aged man from the south, looked the simply furious at the masked man, calling himself Thirteen at these meetings.

"You said you could prevent this! Tell me why I'm expected to read report upon report of something you told me and every president since the sixties?"

Thirteen looked down, his body language indicated that he wasn't intimidated by anyone in the room and answered the president, "I told you the scenarios and what could be done. This," as he pointed to the satellite image of one of the giant tidal wave as about to literally wipe Hawaii off the map, " was always a possible outcome whether or not I was involved. Isn't that why this group was changed from a hunt for little green men into what we have now?" He held out his hands to gesture to the other 12 men in the room.

The first of the group, a decorated general, looked up from the maps and spoke to Thirteen, "Now what do we do, the Navy and Air Force alone will be tied up dealing with humanitarian aid and security. God forbid if a war breaks out..."

"God taking a vacation if you haven't noticed and leaving you to your own devices. War is gonna happen one way or another Chairman. That's preciously why I recommended against the military being involved the impending development." Thirteen glanced at the fourth man at the table. The man spoke up next.

"It's been hard work, but my company has been able to secure and keep the contract with the UN's projects related to this. Although I still wish you had given me time to get my own people out of that expedition. Suspicious or not, I lost good people there."

"And the Russian GRU lost 40 soldiers for their trouble. Keep that in mind. It's harder for them to do much without raising suspicion of their masters."

Thirteen turned to leave the room, "Gentlemen, we have little more than 15 years to be ready. And there's still a few things I have to act on before then. We just may salvage the human race just yet."

Notes:

A few references and shout outs to other things.

No Russian: Originally from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Used in the same way actually, not to give away that Russians were involved.

Russian with Scottish accent: inspired by the movie "The Hunt for Red October." Capt Ramus, a Russian submarine commander, played by Scottish actor Sean Connery. He wasn't known for attempting to mimic the Russian accented English.

The president of the US: inspired by former president Bill Clinton, who would have been in office at the time of the Second Impact. I rather not use specific names since it's not a central detail.

The special advisers and green men: A reference to the Majestic 12, a supposed panel of exports working for the US government on the topic of UFOs. The group in this fanfic is the effect successor organization.

Thirteen: another Majestic 12 reference, as a special special adviser

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