Master Chief
MasterChief@disc13.com
For copyright information, please refer to the bottom of the document.
In a world gone bad...
Mech Morphix smiled softly to himself as he watched the monitor before him. It showed the young Shinji Ikari sitting down on the metal bed he'd been strapped to earlier, smiling softly and groaning as a naked Misato FemMech serviced him with her mouth, her head bobbing up and down rhythmically between his legs. He's enjoying himself, Morphix mused as he stroked his beard contemplatively. Perhaps forty-eight hours was a more liberal estimate of what would be needed than I thought.
At this moment, another of the FemMechs approached him, this one wearing Major Katsuragi's traditional on-duty garb; a red jacket and a dark purple cocktail dress that was entirely too tight for her slender yet busty form. "Master," she said, "Duke Nukem has arrived in Japan."
Morphix turned to face this Misato, raising an eyebrow at what she had just said. "Duke Nukem, you say?"
"I just received the report from one of my sisters right now," the fake Misato continued. "It seems Major Katsuragi picked him up and is taking him to NERV headquarters as we speak."
Morphix smiled. "Are the... subjects ready?"
"The GLOPP-mutants are being outfitted as we speak," came the swift reply.
"Good. Show me the best route from Tokyo-3 airport to NERV headquarters."
"Yes, Master." With that, she walked over to a huge terminal to the left of Morphix, looking like a supercomputer with a strangely cylindrical version of a broadband connector protruding from the side of the huge square construct. She took the connector and carefully yanked it from the terminal, revealing it to be connected to a large braided fiber-optic cable. She slipped the plug under her cocktail dress and shoved it up between her legs, groaning loudly as it slipped deep into her data jack before clicking into place. At that moment, the image of Shinji getting the royal treatment on Morphix's screen was replaced by an image of an overhead road map. A road was highlighted in neon green.
"I take it that that's the best possible way to NERV HQ?" Morphix asked.
"Yes, Master," the FemMech replied.
Morphix turned to face his doll. "Then I want a group of mutants there on the double," he ordered. "Make sure no one enters or leaves those areas, and if Duke and Major Katsuragi are found... Have them both killed on sight."
"Yes, Master." With that, the FemMech closed her eyes and began sending out the commands, moaning as she established a connection to her sisters in the pens. As Morphix turned back around, the image on his monitor again showed Shinji, who now had his pet FemMech on all fours and was taking her from behind. I wonder... Morphix thought to himself as he looked on at the boy eagerly thrusting his manhood into the FemMech's data jack, if NERV will even recognize the boy when the brainwashing is complete... He chuckled darkly to himself as he looked on, a maniacal grin sneaking onto his face.
DUKE NUKEM
Tokyo-3 Project
An Evangelion/Duke Nukem crossover by the Master Chief
Chapter 02: My Mind Is Corrosive.
Misato gritted her teeth as she looked over her at the mammoth man reading a porn magazine in the front passenger seat of her blue midsize sports car. They'd been on the highway a good five minutes, and already he'd managed to strain her nerves to the edge with his crass jokes about her anatomy. I hate him, Misato thought as she glared at him out the corner of her eye. How can this sexist, perverted asshole be America's greatest hero? Misato sighed and tried to keep her attention on the road, just in time to swerve out of the way of a school bus that was loading kids by the sidewalk. I'm gonna have a nice cold keg when this is all over...
"Caution, lady driver," Duke quipped as he looked up for a moment at Misato's almost-disaster. He then looked over at Misato and grinned slyly. "Why don't you just let me drive?" he asked. "You'll enjoy the ride."
Misato looked back and sneered at Duke in annoyance. "Hey!" she yelled, fuming in the driver's seat. "I'm not that bad a driver!" She then started intentionally swerving her car wildly to the left and right, leaving skid marks on either side of the road.
Duke simply sat there, unfazed by Misato's wild, zany driving, just looking out at the distance. "So," he remarked with a grin, "You like it rough, do you?"
"Oh, stuff it!" Misato shot back before focusing on the road.
"I'll be glad to," Duke replied smoothly. "Just pull over."
Misato growled and turned her face away, trying to focus on the road as she gritted her teeth in frustration. They sat there in silence as Misato drove down the road, Duke smirking as he looked around at the looming buildings of the urban metropolis sprawled out all around him..
Looking ahead, he noticed something in the distance, his eyes narrowing as he focused on it. There was a fire, and a huge one. "Stop the car," Duke ordered, tossing his magazine to the backseat before leaning down to unzip his duffle bag.
"Why?" Misato asked, looking over at him in surprise. She then looked back at the road. She was driving right into a blockade formed by ruined sports cars burning out of control, pieces of the drivers' bodies scattered all over the place. She slammed the brakes as hard as she could, the tires squealing in protest as her car skidded to a stop mere inches away from the dancing flames.
Without saying anything, Duke pulled something out of his duffle bag; a gold-plated Desert Eagle pistol with his name etched along the barrel. He then opened the passenger door and stepped out. "OK," Duke shouted, "Who's the walking corpse responsible for this?"
Misato stepped out of the car, pulling her chrome black Glock 19 from her jacket as she did. "You think this is for us?" she asked Duke as she looked left and right.
Duke simply stood there and nodded silently. He then looked over to Misato. "No doubt about it." He then pointed his Desert Eagle right at her.
"Hey!" Misato screamed as she pointed her gun at Duke. "What the hell are you doing!?"
"This," Duke growled as he pulled the trigger, a loud bang filling the air as his pistol discharged a single round. Misato froze and closed her eyes, expecting the bullet to hit her, but the dull feeling of burning hot lead drilling into her flesh never came. Instead, the bullet whizzed past her left ear and flew at the speed of sound into the alley behind her. Then, she heard a grotesque, guttural squeal.
"Wha... What?" Misato slowly opened her eyes and turned around just in time to see the corpse of what looked like some sick cross between a human being and pig slump from the shadows and fall to the ground snout first before her, the mammoth monstrosity decked out in what looked like police riot gear sans facemask, the bulletproof vest it wore bearing the initials L.A.R.D. "What the hell is this!?" she kneeled down in front of it, turning its face to reveal one of its huge, tusk-like fangs. Whatever it is, she thought, it's ugly.
"Just call me 'eagle eye'," Duke pronounced as he walked over to the body, bending over to pick up the shotgun clutched in its left hand. He then stood up and turned around just in time to see two more PigCops jumped out from the front door of the building on the opposite side, their shotguns cocked.
"More of them!" Misato shouted as she began to get to her feet, only for Duke to shake his head sharply. She stayed on her knees, waiting to see what he'd do first.
"Come get some!" Duke shouted at the two PigCops as he pushed his pistol into one of his pockets and cocked his newfound shotgun before running after the two pigs. He went into a forward roll just as the two of them fired in unison, the spray of buckshot barely missing him. As Duke came out of the roll, he pushed the muzzle of the shotgun between the left PigCop's groin and pulled the trigger, his arm not even flinching from the weapon's recoil as he blew away the mutant's jewels. "Balls to the wall!" he shouted as the PigCop fell to its knees, dropping its shotgun and grabbing at the hole that had once been its genitals before falling onto its back and dying. As Duke had said, its balls – or rather their shredded remains – were splattered all over one of the nearby buildings' walls.
At the same time, Misato immediately rose to her feet and aimed at the other PigCop's massive face, shooting it three times, then watching as the fallen mutant fall to the ground on its back next to its brutally castrated ally with a loud thud. Misato then relaxed, though she didn't put her gun away.
Duke rose to his feet and ran his fingers through his blonde crew cut hair. "Impressive," he said. "For a babe, anyway."
"Just consider yourself lucky I haven't shot you yet!" Misato yelled, her eyes burning with anger as she walked up to Duke, snarling at him viciously. "What the hell were you doing, shooting at me like that!?"
"Putting Sleeping Beauty there to rest," Duke coolly retorted as he pointed to the fallen PigCop behind her. "You'd be pleasing God right now if I hadn't."
Well I gotta admit, Misato thought reluctantly, that was a damn good shot. "Well tell me next time you-"
She never got a chance to finish her sentence as Duke suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to him.
"What's wrong with you!?" Misato screamed in shock, trying to push herself off of him.
Duke remained silent, instead holding her in place as he fell forward, his free hand cradling her head as the two of them landed on the floor with him on top. Just as they fell, another spray of buckshot flew through the air, just barely missing Duke's head. He aimed the shotgun at the alley in front of them just as another PigCop emerged, cocking its shotgun for another blast. It never had a chance, Duke blasting a hole in its chest with a quick aim and the pull of a trigger. "Makin' Bacon," he growled as he saw the PigCop drop its gun and lean forward, trying to stop the flow of blood gushing from the gap in its chest.
As the PigCop fell to his knees, Misato pulled Duke's pistol out of his pocked and peeked around his side just in time to see something quite different though no less freaky; something that looked like a man with a viper's head wearing a white martial arts gi tied with a black belt leaping into the air, ready to jump kick Duke from behind. She wasted no time pulling the trigger a good four times, the creature writhing in pain as it landed harmlessly just before hitting Duke, then dying quickly.
Duke looked down at Misato and whistled, smirking as he did. "Woah, momma!" He exclaimed as he looked at her.
"See?" Misato replied with a wink, "I'm pretty good with a weapon too."
"Yeah," Duke nodded as he glanced over his shoulder at the snake man's body. "That too."
Huh? Misato was confused by that remark. What's that supposed to mean? She thought. Then, she looked down at herself. The top of her dress was ripped along the center, showing much of her cleavage and part of each of her nipples. Blushing furiously, she dropped the pistol and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Duke as she struggled to cover herself. "Will you get off!?" She screamed at him, enraged by his lewd stares.
"Kind of hard to do that with my clothes on," Duke remarked with a grin.
"I don't mean like that!" Misato screeched, looking away from him in disgust.
Gendo Ikari looked up from his desk as Major Katsuragi entered his office, with a muscle-bound Caucasian man following close behind. "Thank you for coming," Gendo said coldly. "I'm glad you could make it here on such short notice, Mr. Nukem."
"No problem," Duke shot back as he stood there, casting casual glances at Misato, who wore a white T-shirt over her dress, though she still has her jacket on over it. "I'm all about kickin' ass, drinkin' beer and fuckin' bitches. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
As simple-minded as ever, Gendo thought as he looked at Duke through his glasses. "I take it Ms. Katsuragi was at her best behavior as she escorted you here?" he asked aloud, glancing over at the glaring girl as he spoke.
"Yeah," Duke answered with a grin. "Boring and frigid, just like you."
"Hey, I saved your ass just now, don't forget!" Misato shouted angrily. Gendo glared at her coldly through her glasses, deflating her rage and making her stand at attention.
"Explain," Gendo demanded as he glanced back and forth between the two.
"We were ambushed on our way to HQ by these... things..." Misato tried to explain. She clearly sounded confused and shocked.
Duke nodded firmly as he laid a shotgun on the desk. "Seems Morphix organized a little party for us." Duke clarified. "The bastard left out the chicks and booze, though."
Gendo nodded, then listened as Duke and Misato relayed what had happened on the way; the two of them were obstructed by a group of mutated beings who tried to kill them, but the two of them were able to neutralize the situation and continued on their way to NERV. When the explanation was finished, Gendo gave a slight nod. "Good work," he remarked icily. He then looked down at his wristwatch. It was already well into the evening. "The operation commences at noon the tomorrow. In the meantime, Duke, head to the lab and meet up with Ritsuko Akagi. She'll be giving you some information and support."
Duke shook his head. "I work alone, and you know it," he objected.
"For the most part, you will be," Gendo affirmed him, "but we'll be giving you a hand in spots whether you like it or not."
"Still a hardass, I see," Duke remarked sarcastically. "All right, I'll go make a visit to the good doctor." He then grinned and nodded slyly as he stretched out. "Maybe she can give me a massage while she's at it."
"Damn pig," Misato whispered through gritted teeth.
"Care to repeat that?" Gendo replied loudly, staring at Misato through his sunglasses.
"N-No sir!" Misato stammered, standing at attention.
With that, Duke turned around and walked out of the office, patting Misato's rump on the way out. "Round n' soft, just like I like 'em."
Misato turned around and walked up behind him. "I don't suppose you thought that was an implant too!? You pervert!" With that, Misato walked after Duke, looking to give him a piece of her mind.
Gendo simply looked on as his office door closed, a slight smirk forming on his face. Hero or not, he thought, he's the same hollow jock I remember. Still, if anyone is suited to the job, it's him.
Mech Morphix nodded to himself silently as he read the report slowly scrolling on his monitor before him. Apparently, Duke Nukem and Misato Katsuragi had slaughtered his welcoming party and went on to NERV headquarters. Ah well, he thought, It's of no consequence anyhow. They were merely a prelude to the true slaughter.
He laughed loudly as he pressed a button on his left chair arm, the monitor in front of him switching to a view of Shinji Ikari laying on a metal lab bed, three fiber-optic cables sticking into the back of his neck and two from each of his arms, the cables leading to a large mainframe terminal. This was the final step in conditioning the boy; his mind would be flooded with a barrage of fighting skills, and his body would be given a host of muscular-skeletal enhancements, making this waiflike boy into the man he always dreamed of being.
To think, Morphix thought as he looked on, hands folded together under his chin, if his handlers even cared slightly for him as a person, this would not be possible. I should thank them next time I speak to them.
"Master," the perfectly emulated voice of Misato Katsuragi chimed in from behind him. "What are your orders?"
Morphix looked over his shoulder at the FemMech, who was dressed in only a white apron, her smooth, slender skin completely exposed otherwise. "What you will do," Morphix declared, "Is set up a group of your sisters, about one hundred, and you will invade NERV. I want Evangelion Unit One in my possession by six in the morning."
"The forty-eight hours have not expired yet," the doll reminded him.
"And?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. "If I wish to surprise them, that is my decision."
"Yes, Master." The FemMech then turned around and walked off, swaying her naked rear blatantly as she did.
Morphix turned his attention back to the monitor, where two FemMechs were working to undo Shinji's pants, no doubt for more of the "pleasure association" he'd scheduled for the boy. Yes, it would only be a matter of time. Duke Nukem would lie prostrate at his feet, along with the rest of the world, and Evangelion Unit One would be his. He only had to wait a few more hours.
End Chapter 02
Neon Genesis Evangelion © Gainax/TV Tokyo
Duke Nukem © 3D Realms/Apogee Software
Well, I got in some action this time. Tell me what you all think. And yes, I will explain Duke and Gendo's relationship in either Chapter 03 or 04. Just be patient. Until then, see you all next time. Rememeber to email me at MasterChief@disc13.com or review at fanfiction.net, depending on where you see this.