Neon Genesis Evangelion: More Than Meets the Eye

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Prologue: Universe's Collide

The Transformer Universe
Year: 2007
Location: Outer Space, Above the U.S.A.

The battle had been going on for so long, that almost no one could remember what started it. It's purpose, unknown. It's cost, unclear. The objectives. . . destroy the enemy at all costs and win.

Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, knew this too well. The Decepticons, who were thought to have been disbanded less than a year ago after the rise and fall of the Hate Plague (a disease the caused pure rage and hatred, and had spread through man, beast, and machine like wildfire), had come back after the return of the most feared of Decepticon leaders. . . Megatron.

Unicron, a giant planet robot, had built Galvatron, the insane leader of the Decepticons, from the ruined remains of Megatron. However, after the Hate Plague, and the Decepticons had gone to the planet Charr, a faction of Decepticon rebels, who had grown weary of being under the iron fisted rule of Galvatron, rose up to destroy the deranged ruler. Galvatron had killed off the rebels, but not before he received near fatal damage. Do to the extent of the injuries, and the advanced technology Unicron had incorporated into Galvatron, he could not be rebuilt. However, his body could be 'down graded' back into the original Megatron, and thanks to the newly repaired circuitry in the remade Megatron, the insanity that had plagued Galvatron had been removed during the memory transfer (or at least most of it).

Now, with the seemingly miraculous resurrection of both of the TransFormer leaders, the war had started anew, and the battlefield was once again, planet Earth.

Optimus and a group of Autobots were delivering a cargo of Energon to the planet Cybertron, which was know under the control of the Autobots, when they were ambushed by Megatron and his followers. The battle that followed was a massacre; the ship the Optimus was piloting was blown to pieces and most of his and Megatron's troops were destroyed. Now high above the Earth, the TransFormer leaders glared at each other as they floated amongst a small collection of space debris made from the wreckage of the ship and the fallen robot warriors.

For a while, no words were spoken, they just glared at each other, Optimus's azure blue optics burned into Megatron's hellfire red eyes.

At last, Prime spoke.

"Why? What was the reason for this attack?" he growled.

Megaton's hated face broke into an evil grin, and he snickered.

"No reason, I just wanted the Energon. and Cybertron. and your death, of coarse," chuckled Megatron, running his metal fingers over a blaster mark on his chest to check the extent of the damage.

Optimus was checking himself for injuries as well. One of the windows on his chest was shattered, and his left arm was not working as well as it should have been, and several blast and scorch marks were scattered all over his body, but he could still fight.

Megatron continued to chuckle as he started to charge his fusion cannon with anti-matter, a substance far more potent than regular Energron, and placed within his cannon was 100 times more devastating than a regular blast.

The reason Megatron never used it before was that there was a strong possibility that the anti-matter could have and would have destroyed him in the process, but thanks to his knew body, he would be able to hold up against the recoil of the near atomic blast. However, the anti-matter blast had never been tested, so the results of the action could never be measured except in theory, but now Megatron had something to test his weapon on: Optimus Prime.

Aiming the charged weapon at his oldest foe, Megatron couldn't help but grin as he wiped a thin trail of hydraulic fluid from the corner of his mouth.

"Remember the last time we did this Prime?" said Megatron, "As I recall, I had finally managed to bring you to your knees, twisted and broken, and in the end you died from my hands."

"As I recall," rumbled Prime, as he glared at his age long enemy, "Despite the fact that I was 'twisted and broken" as you put it, I still managed to defeat you, as I have always done, Megatron."

The memory of his on own defeat at the hands of Optimus Prime flashed through Megatron's cybernetic memory so fast that it was almost painful, and enraged the Decepticon to no end.

"Die, you rusting pile of scrap!!" snarled Megatron as he fired the cannon on his arm at Prime.

It was all Optimus could do to dodge the blast, but as it past by, he could feel the servo-motors in his body whine and jerk painfully, and the red paint and first layer of metal melt off his right arm. Pain unimagined flooded through his mechanical body.

'It- it didn't even hit me!' Prime's mind screamed, as he surveyed the damage done to his body. Behind him the remainder of the blast seemed to disintegrate and. . . disappear from existence.

An arrogant smirk stretched across Megatron's face as he watched Prime struggle to recover from the attack.

"This time, Prime, I will defeat you, and I will celebrate your death, and I will live on, you worthless piece of slag."

Megatron raised his weapon up level to Prime's head, and started to charge it up.

"Farewell, Optimus Prime, and please, enjoy your trip to obliv. . . WHAT!?"

Optimus, who was still trying to get his body to function correctly, was surprised by Megatron's sudden outburst. Following Megatrons gaze, he saw what had upset the Decepticon so much, and froze.

There, where Megatrons attack had seemingly burnt out, something akin to a small black hole had appeared. . . and was sucking everything around it into it, including the Robot leaders.

Optimus, for the most part, couldn't even try to escape. His huge red and blue body was quickly pulled towards it. Megatron, who still had the ability to move, tried to escape, but could not escape the open maw of the black hole he helped create.

Both Transformer leaders sent out distress signals to their respective groups, but both knew that they would both be long gone before anyone could get to them.

Screaming, both were pulled into the hole, unable to do anything but call for help that wouldn't come in time. As they disappeared into it, the black hole seemed to flicker, fade, and disappear all together.

And Optimus Prime and Megatron. . . were no where to be seen.

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Universe: unknown

Year: 2000

Location; Antarctica

Misato Kagsuragi had never been more terrified in her life.

Never. Not like this.

One minuet, the 15 year old girl was walking from her shelter to the mess hall, wondering how she was going to waste the rest of the day, and the next it was like the whole sky had split open, and was threatening to tear the world apart.

The next thing she knew was that she was bleeding. Badly. A piece of shrapnel had sliced a hole in her torso just below her ribcage. But despite the injury she didn't feel any pain. Just fear. Not at what had just happened to her, but to everything that was going on around her. The people around her running and screaming, the buildings were collapsing, the sudden howling blizzard, the fire, the explosions, the chaos.

The death.

Now she was drifting out in the ocean in an escape pod. She had been placed there by her father. Her father, the man who seemed to care more about his work than his own family, the man who ignored his wife and daughter, the man. . . the man who willingly gave up his own life to save his only child.

She gazed off across the raging waters back at Antarctica, tears running down her face, clutching the small cross he gave her just before launched her out into the freezing waters.

Father. . .

As Misato watched it seemed as if the entire continent erupted into light. Watching in horror she watched as the mighty landmass melted before her eyes.

Far above it, in what seemed to be a fluke to her eyes, an optical illusion created the chaos around her, a hole seemed to open up. A small hole, black as a patch of midnight, opened miles above the melting continent.

Out of it, something that appeared to her to be two meteors falling out of it at tremendous speeds. One crashed into a huge piece of ice that seemed to hold together despite the impact, and the other smashed into what was left of the small settlement that was on the rapidly vanishing icecap.

The last thing Misato remembered as she fell into blessed unconsciousness, was the sound of what was not one, but two voices screaming.

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The black hole

The trip that they had experienced seemed to be both instant, and eternal. Both Megatron and Optimus lost all functions except thought, and that was only accomplished through great difficulty.

As they emerged from the rift, both regained some of their abilities. Megatron tried his best to right himself and use his flight ability to go through the portal, but much of his instruments and tools were damaged in the fight with Prime. Unable to accomplish this small task, he tried something else; killing Optimus Prime.

Megatron was able to get one shot at Optimus before his cannon jammed, the shot nicked Prime in the shoulder and sent him spinning away, and the recoil sent Megatron in the opposite direction.

Looking around as he fell, Megatron was mildly disturbed at the sight that rose up to greet him; what appeared to be Antarctica melting back down into the ocean.

He looked away from the scene of destruction just in time to see the massive chunk of ice that he was about to run into. Not having a chance to do more than scream, Megatron was slammed into the ice and was almost immediately encased in it.

The last thought that went through his metallic white head was the chilling fact that he was once again about to feel the cold hand of death, and the fact that Prime had a hand in doing it.

Again.

Megatron slowly drifted away in unconsciousness as the processors and chips in his body shut down, and the world around him slowly went dark

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Optimus Prime slowly came back online only to see the buildings that he had crashed into were quickly sinking underneath frigid water of the arctic.

He winced, and tried to move his legs, only to discover that the crash he had suffered had paralyzed him below the waste. Not a problem, usually, just had to get into a medical room back at Autobot City and get himself repaired. Unfortunately, he didn't know where he was, and his Energon reserves were quickly running low. Like Soundwave, Optimus had the ability to make Energon cubes, but without crude oil, or coal, or any substance that could burn, or access to electricity, that ability was pretty much useless.

Slowly, Optimus opened up his chest to see if the Matrix had survived the crash. Thankfully, it was unharmed, but it could not help him out of his predicament. Placing it back into his chest, Prime considered his options. On one hand, he could repair himself (an easy task), and seek help, but also risk using up the rest of his energy, or he could try to get help from Megatron, an idea he immediately gave up. His last options was to power down and wait for help to arrive, a bleak hope at best.

In the end, Optimus chose his last option. His Energon was running dangerously low, and he could not detect Megatron anywhere. As the water slowly rose over his head, Prime shut down his body, and was briefly reminded of when he and his friends were trap in their ship inside a volcano for all those years, waiting for help.

As darkness took him, Optimus Prime couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for help to come.

Not long, Optimus. Not long.

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3 months later.

"Well, what have you found?"

A tall Japanese man in his mid to late fifties, with brown-grey hair and an almost grandfatherly feel about him, stood on the deck of his ship, the 'Over the Rainbow', watching a small screen in front of him and waiting for the report.

"Well, Commander Fuyutsuki, not much. Most of the stuff down here is trashed beyond repair. The computers are all smashed, tools are scattered everywhere, and the specimen containers are completely destroyed."

Fuyutsuki sighed and shook his head. Of coarse. They didn't come here to retrieve possible information to start over the programs that were destroyed in the Second Impact. They were here to destroy any and all evidence that could show that they were the ones responsible for the Second Impact. Still, it would have been nice to have found something so the trip wouldn't have been a complete waste of time.

He looked over a Dr. Naoko Akagi, who was busily trying to salvage some data from the hard drive of one of the few computers that had survived.

"Any Luck?"

Dr. Akagi sighed and pitched the component on the table.

"No, it's all junk. All the energy that the Second Impact let out pretty much erased anything that was on the computers. All in all, there's nothing left here but wreckage."

"Still, we need to make sure-"

"I know, I know. . . ensure that there is no evidence of this pointing to us. Ikari's orders."

Fuyusuki nodded and turned his attention back to the screen he had been watching. The screen was hooked up to a camera that the salvage crew used to help communicate with as they surveyed everything under the water.

"How's the girl doing?"

Dr. Akagi looked up from her work. "Who? What girl are you talking about?"

"You know, Mr. Kagsuragi's daughter."

"Oh, you mean Misato," Naoko sighed softly pushed back her chair.

"Physically, she's doing well, but mentally.well, she hasn't spoken to anybody since they found her. It's safe to say that she was severely traumatized by everything she saw."

Fuyusuki smiled sadly and dropped the subject. Poor kid. She lost her parents, and saw what probably looked like the end of the world, which, in a way, was true. With the melting of the Polar ice cap, a lot of landmass was submerged under water and the loss of life was over three billion. Second Impact was a black day for the human race.

"Commander Fuyusuki!"

The Commander was shaken out of his daze and returned his attention back to the monitor.

"Yes, what have you found?"

The diver who had the camera responded in a rather confused.and frightened voice.

"We. . . don't know, sir. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Maybe you had better look at it."

Curiosity piqued, Commander Fuyusuki and Dr. Akagi crowded closer to the screen. At first, they saw nothing, then. . .

Dr. Akagi gasped. "What in the world!?"

Fuyusuki stared. "What is that thing!?"

The diver hesitated. "Well, it appears to be a. . . a giant. . . r- robot, sir."

There, sitting against a crumbling wall in a position that was akin to a soldier that had died in battle, was Optimus Prime.

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1 hour and 58 minuets later

The robot's body now lay on the deck of the ship which Fuyusuki and Naoko standing on, brought up by cranes on the ship, still dripping water and looking no more alive that when they had found it. Surprisingly, despite all the damage it took, and being at ground zero of the Second Impact, the machine was still pretty much still intact. Naoko stood on it's chest and examined it carefully.

"Well, what is it? Is it real or is it a hoax?"

Dr. Akagi looked up at Fuyusuki.

"It's far to complex to a hoax, but I can't even recognize some of the components that are in this thing."

She jumped down from her position on the bot.

"Needless to say, the design is very. . . odd."

Fuyusuki gave her a lopsided smirk

"Odd? That's putting it mildly. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that the torso and the legs were made from an old style American semi- truck. I mean, look at it!"

It was true. The red chest and stomach looked like the windshield and grill of a semi-truck, and the dark blue legs had tires on them. The arms had something that like smokestacks sticking out of them. The head was very odd. It was mostly blue, and had what looked like a face guard on the lower half of it. On the sides were what looked like spikes sticking strait up from it. The eyes were dead gray color.

On the arms, there was a symbol that looked very much like a red face that glared ominously out at the world.

A crewman, who had overseen the recovery of the robot, ran up to Commander Fuyusuki and briskly saluted.

"Sir, Commander Ikari just called back. He says to bring the robot back to headquarters immediately, and to do it with utmost secrecy, sir."

"Of coarse, get everybody ready then, we leaving now."

"Yes, Sir!"

The young man ran off, and barked orders to a small group that had gather around what appeared to be a huge black gun, which easily dwarfed some of the guns on the ship.

Fuyusuki glanced at Naoko and grinned as they watched some of the crew covered up the robot with a tarp. Yes, Commander Ikari was going to be pleased about this.

Very Pleased

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About 40 miles to the west of where Fuyusuki and Dr, Akagi were watching over the body of Optimus Prime, a large cargo ship had made a very interesting discovery.

The captain of the ship, a grizzled old man in his late sixties, beamed at his latest haul. He and his Crew had come here to search for any wreckage the might have survived the Second Impact. In fact, they were waiting until the 'Over the Rainbow' had left so the could salvage anything that had been overlooked or ignored. After all, one man's trash was another man's treasure. However, what he found instead made him forget everything about any wreckage.

On the deck of his ship, the 'Death March', so called because it looked like it would sink to the bottom of the ocean at anytime, was a massive chunk of melting ice. Inside the ice, was what looked like (and he still couldn't believe it!) a giant white robot, it's back arched back and it's (mouth?) open in what appeared to be a pained, silent scream. A damaged robot, but a robot never the less.

The Captain grinned happily. This pile of metal was bound to be worth a pile of money! And if his hunch was correct, he and his crew would be very, very wealthy men. And he knew who would pay the most money for it, oh yes he did!

Turning his back away from his find, the Captain shouted and screeched orders at his men. They were going inland to sell their find.

Had he been looking, the Captain might have seen the eyes of the robot flicker red for just a moment.

And if he knew what it was he had found, he would have dumped it overboard and gotten away from it a quickly as he could.

To be continued. . .

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A word from the author:

For all those who are interested, this is my first fic, and I am not so sure how well I did. Please read and review this story. If you found it interesting and want me to continue writing, review and I'll write later chapters to this story. If nobody likes it, I'll take it off. Thank you for your time.

Also, in case you were wondering, and Transformers in this fic are from the Gen. 1 series. Do not expect any other characters from other series to make an appearance.