Gods of War
A Gundam x Evangelion Crossover
By Korogi Nagisa
Chapter One.
Author’s Note: Ok… first off, it’s pretty obvious that these two anime’s can’t really exist in the same
reality together… that, and they take place about 100 (anime) years apart. So then… however in the hell
am I gonna fit these all together? Time travel? Some mysterious rip in the fabric of space-time? A Mater
Transporter Device Thiny-ma-bob ™ ? Nope! They’re just gonna kinda HAPPEN together… and that’s
my scientific explanation for it all!
BE FOREWARNED!! Expect very slight1x2 and 3x4 and a little bit more thrown in the mix there someplace.
Oh! And standard disclaimers! No money, no one else can have money, no affiliation, no use without
permission. Yadda Yadda.
So, with that out of the way … on with the fic.
Ikari Shinji took a deep breath of the LABS fluid as he sat in the cockpit of Evangelion Unit 01, watching
the dead terrain of Tokyo-3 around him as the third hour of their watch ticked by. His weary, brown eyes
hung heavy with boredom and the taste of the LABS fluid was slowly making him sick.
Surrounding him in the cabin was a projection of the outside world around him as seen through the eyes
of EVA, a radar-mapped video screen playing endlessly on the walls of the entry plug around him.
On the plug interface to his right, nestled in her own video window within the feed, Souryu Asuka
Langley looked just as bored, admiring her fingernails while the EVA’s waited, on occasion raising a finger
to her mouth to chew one to perfection. “This is BOOOOORING!” she signed, more to herself, looking
back through the video feed that linked her entry plug to Shinji’s. “What do you say, Third Child… should
we do a little sparing to pass the time?” she winked a blue eye, tossing a lock of her fiery red hair behind
her shoulder.
Center screen to them all, the young and beautiful face of Katsuragi Misato popped up suddenly, slowly
shaking her head. “I know it’s boring up there, Asuka…”
“You have no idea!” the red head whined back at her monitor.
“But…” Misato continued with more emphasis, “you three have to stay on your guard: Shinji, Asuka,
Rei…”
“Awww… no fair,” Asuka slumped back in her chair and muttered something in German. “Why do we
have to be up here when there wasn’t even an Angel detected?”
Misato chuckled slightly at Asuka’s childishness and hung her head. “Standard Ops. There were reports
of an attack by several large objects at a seaport south of here two hours ago. If they were Angels, they’ll
be heading our way.”
“’Several’ of them?” This time it was Shinji.
Asuka frowned over her feed and leaned closer to her monitor. “They’re attacking in groups now? We
can barely hold them off when they attack one at a time!”
The silent one throughout the whole conversation, Ayanami Rei, sat forward lightly and fluently in her
pilot’s chair. Her red eyes seemed to burn within her pale face and under her short, ice-blue hair. “They
have adapted to our methods of dispelling their attacks.”
“Don’t get technical, First Child.” Asuka grumbled.
Shinji turned to his video feed of Asuka. “We defend in groups, so I guess the Angels figured that it’s
time to attack in groups.”
“Oh, ridiculous! They’re probably not even Angels!! All the Angels so far have attacked us directly!”
Asuka sat forward over her controls, shaking a fist at her monitor. “They’re too stupid to do otherwise.”
“All but one attacked directly,” Misato corrected over the monitor. “One attacked you and Shinji at sea
during the transfer for Unit 02 from Germany to Japan.”
At the disproving of her theory, Asuka just sat back and frowned, muttering again to herself in German.
Duo frowned lightly to himself, sitting forward in his 5-point harness, nestled neatly and safely within his
Gundam Deathscythe. Through the view ports around him, he clearly saw Heero’s Gundam charging
through the remnants of the buildings of the old city, Heero’s radar locked on to whatever it was that had
drawn the five of them up here. But the mission wasn’t what was on Duo’s mind at the moment. “God…
look at this place,” he more or less whispered to himself, swinging his view about casually as he picked his
way through the city.
The city was in complete ruins. What looked like an impact crater to their left was filled with an
unmoving, musty-looking greyish water, pilars of broken beams and rubble reaching out into the cold
environment above like dead, bony fingers. Buildings lay slumped against each other, piles of rubble
littered what were once busy city streets, long strings of deep green moss hanging from them. As he looked
around through his cabin monitors, Duo’s eyes fell on the large iron cross that hung quietly from a rosary in
the corner of his cockpit. He frowned at it a moment, turning his attention back to the city outside. “This
place give me the creeps.”
To Duo’s left on his monitor, Quatre’s gentle face popped up in a momentary burst of pixel noise, taking a
moment to right itself. Quatre seemed more concerned than usual, surveying the carnage of the city before
turning his attention to Duo. “This is… this …” the large blue eyes worried heavily under Quatre’s
platinum blonde hair. “It’s horrible. Whatever could have happened here? Who did this!”
“Beats the hell out of me,” Duo answered, stepping up his pace, and carefully maneuvering his Gundam
around and over the fallen buildings. “Whoever… or whatever did this is probably the one giving off this
enormous radar ping,” he pointed off into the distance with his nose, watching as Heero’s Gundam Wing
Zero momentarily was lost behind the crumbling remains of a building. “Is he going to wait for the rest of
us?”
Trowa pulled up beside Duo in his Gundam Heavy Arms, climbing over the precarious rubble and
carnage. “Since when has Heero ever held up for anyone but himself?”
Duo snorted and pulled up on his controls, taking his Deathscythe to the air in a brief hop, clearing a large
mass of the rubble before continuing on after Heero. “What a guy…” he whispered with a roll of his
vaguely violet eyes, watching Wing Zero in the distance.
Ahead of the pack, Heero crouched his Gundam behind a building, nestling the precariously large mecha
into a comfortable position. The radar ping was furiously blinking away on his sensor arrays on the consul
before him, three separate dots about the size of a small skyscraper. There was definitely something
ahead… As he heard Deathscythe closing in on him from behind like a menacing metalic shadow, Heero
cautiously peaked around the buildings to get a visual.
In the carnage, two tall, thin creatures were walking calmly among the rubble, as if waiting impatiently
for something. Their wiry, in-human bodies glowed in the murky sun, like some horrible monstrosity from
a horror film. “Ugly things…” he whispered to himself, settling Wing Zero into a comfortable crouch by
the partially erect skyscraper. He watched the one closest to him, a purple-ish creature, seeming to keep
watch over the 6-eyed red one behind them. The movement, the body type… “Weird…”
Heero’s thoughts were momentarily disrupted as Duo pulled Deathscythe to a quiet halt behind him,
leaning around the building and Wing Zero to see what Heero saw. Together, they watched the beings,
unmoving where they hid, the almost identical Gundams seemingly frozen in time for that moment.
“Strange…” Duo spoke through the communications. “They’re mecha’s, I’m sure of it… not like any
Mobile Suit I’ve ever seen.”
“They’re not Mobile Suits.”
“Oh really…” Duo shook his head sarcastically, as if the fact should have been known to reality a long
time ago. “Didn’t I just say that?” he more or less asked himself rhetorically.
“They’re the ones who destroyed this city.”
Duo looked momentarily to his monitor feed of Heero then back out the view ports. For a handful of
heartbeats he pondered the statement in his mind, running through possibilities. “No, I don’t think so.
They’re unarmed. For Mecha’s their size, it would take quite a bit of effort to cause this much damage to
an entire city.”
Behind them, Wu Fei, Trowa and Quatre caught up as a single pack, all three Gundams moving to crouch
in wait with Wing Zero and Deathscythe, each in turn peaking around the crumbling building to see the
mecha’s.
Shinji frowned at his display as radar pinged furiously in the back of his mind. Mixed signals were
coming at him from all directions from EVA, the mecha seeming to change its mind every few seconds on
the information it was relaying. As times, EVA told him that 5 separate targets had amassed in a nearby
section of the over-city, behind them about 500 meters off... and then suddenly they would disappear, only
to reappear moments later. “Asuka…” he whispered through his comm link.
“I know I know,” Asuka’s voice came back. “Something weird’s going on with radar… or the Angels
have learned how to dampen radar pings,” the red head looked briefly to Shinji in his cockpit. “That’s got
to be them. The Angels. Where’s Wonder Girl?”
Shinji sat forward suddenly in his Eva, swinging his view about. “She’s… Rei’s gone!”
Wu Fei sat in Shenlong, the rear-most of the five Gundams. He tentatively adjusted his harnesses and
settled himself into his pilot’s chair, his deep, coal-black eyes frowning down to his readouts. “Dumb
question, guys… weren’t there three of these things on radar just a minute ago?”
The rest of the group had barely a moment to ponder the question when the building they were perched
behind suddenly exploded, concrete and steel I-beams hurtling at amazing speeds towards them.
Wing Zero and Deathscythe took the brunt of the explosion, the two Gundams being blown backwards
over the heads of their team mates to smash head-long into a decrepit building behind them, almost
instantly buried in the collapsing rubble of the foundationless and immense skyscraper.
“Look out!” Quatre managed to scream over the comms, rolling his Gundam out of the way of the blast,
clumsily making it back to his feet beside the rubble pile that covered Duo and Heero. “My god… are you
two alright!?” he called over his shoulder to the rubble pile, Trowa and Wu Fei soon taking up defensive
postures beside him.
In place of the building the group had used for cover stood a tall, thin blue mecha, a bit shorter and much
smaller and compact than their Gundams. It didn’t have eyes, so to speak, just one large red globe in the
center of its forehead where it’s eyes should have been.
Quatre shifted uneasily in place, Sandstone mirroring his movements, the Gundam shifting around in its
posture. “What is that?” he whispered cautiously, wishing at the moment he was somewhere else but here.
Duo snapped out of his unconsciousness to find himself in the dark… literally. For a moment, his mind
spun furiously at the impact that had taken the consciousness from him. Reality was fuzzy, Duo’s eyes
straining to see that his cabin lights shone on the rubble that had buried him in Deathscythe, cutting out all
light from the surface above. The steal frame mixed within the concrete that now buried him had rendered
his sensory array pretty much useless, many of his view screens fuzzing over with pixel noise. “Just
great,” he moaned to himself, sitting up in his harness as his Gundam lay on its back in the rubble.
Mentally, he surveyed his situation. A small crack had formed in the casing metal of his cockpit. His
head pounded furiously, a small, warm trickle of blood flowing down the side of his forehead to stain the
white collar of his habit. “What in the world just happened?” he asked himself, sitting forward in his
harness.
Just on the fringe of his view, he saw the arm of Wing Zero lying across his Gundam under the rubble,
battered and unmoving.
Duo took a firm grip on his controls and gave them a good tug, surprised when they didn’t budge at all.
“Buried alive,” he whispered, staring helplessly out the only working view port for a moment. His eyes
flowed around his cockpit, following the crack in the cockpit casing to where it disappeared off into the
bulk of his Gundam. And still hanging silently on it’s hook was the rosary, the large iron cross blinking
snidely at him. “Shut up.”
He looked forlornly out the only working view port to the dark ruble around him. Panic began to creep
into his mind and heart. Communications seemed to be down. Radar was down. He couldn’t pull enough
power out of his Gundam to free himself from the coffin it had now become. Wing Zero was unmoving,
possibly no better off than he was at this moment… or worse.
It took Duo a few moments to knock himself back into reality, shaking his head clear of the dread of
being literally buried alive under the tons of concrete that had formed the skyscraper. “I refuse to die like
this.” He went quickly to unstrapping himself from his harness, mentally checking over his body for
injuries above and beyond the bumps and scratches he was certain to have received from the impact.
Satisfied that he was still indeed in one piece, Duo carefully stood up on his chair to reach the intercom
button that would have normally been in easy reaching distance, taking a few seconds to hone it in on
Heero’s frequency. “Heero… you out there? You okay?”
“Of course I am,” the rough voice came back over the comm in a burst of static noise. “I’m damaged.”
“You or the Gundam?”
“Both… I think…”
Heero cupped a hand to his bleeding head, the blood rushing through the gaps between his fingers to coat
the entire left side of his face and tank top in sickly vermilion hues. His left view port laid cracked wide
open, the tip of a broken pillar having smashed through the casing to stop just inches from slicing his head
in two.
He watched as his monitor fuzzed to display Duo’s concerned face, the other pilot wincing slightly at the
site. “Looks bad, Heero,” the other said, strapping themselves back into the pilot’s chair. “Just don’t pull
out a needle and thread and begin stitching yourself up while I’m here, ok? I’ll get you to a hospital.”
“The thought had crossed my mind…”
He watched as Duo flipped a few switches on his end, opening up the communications to all the
Gundams. “Hey guys. How about some help down here?” he called, rather calmly. “Can anyone hear me
out there?”
Trowa frowned at the audio display a moment as the voice appeared like a phantasm through the pixel
snow of his intercomm. He listened to it momentarily, trying to place a familiarity to the voice. “Duo?”
“Is that you, Trowa? Hey, I need a hand down here.”
“We’re a bit busy up here, Duo,” he spoke softly.
“Busy?”
Shinji and Asuka turned in unison and ran across the demolished over-city as Rei’s call came in.
Hopping the last pile of rubble, they slid to a halt beside Rei’s deep blue Eva, each EVA in turn kicking up
a cloud of dust and debris that ringed them like a cloak. Before them all stood three nearly identical
mecha’s, much bulkier and possibly stronger than their smaller, compact EVA’s.
“What the heck are those?” Asuka came over their comm system, flexing her fingers around her controls.
“Those CAN’T be Angels!”
“I don’t think those are Angels,” Shinji added in his two cents. “They can’t be a part of the Eva series
either. I’ve never seen anything like these before. Misato-san?”
Misato looked just as confused as they were, her soft face frowning back and forth between her readings
down in Central Dogma and Shinji. “Uh, Shinji… we’re not picking up anything on radar down here… but
I can sure as hell see what you guys see. They have some sort of radar dampers. No metal content either,
that we can tell. They could be Angels.”
Shinji squinted through his view ports. “I don’t think so. They’re not like any Angel so far.”
Commander Ikari Genrou popped on over the displays, his stern unemotional face pausing dramatically a
moment before giving his command. “Destroy them all. That’s an order.”
“What!” Shinji sat up straight, cornering the man who was his father with a look.. “We don’t know
anything about them. They may not be the enemy! We can’t just destroy them…”
“That’s an order, Shinji.”
“Father….”
Before them all, one of the mecha’s moved. It turned slowly to the rubble pile behind and began to
carefully remove the debris, tossing a large chunk of the once towering skyscrapper to the side.
Asuka pushed forward, raising a finger to the one moving. “Hold it right there... whatever you are.”
Quatre gently tossed the debris aside and was readying himself to begin at the pile again when Wu Fei
came snarling over his comm link. “Quatre, you idiot. What are you doing?”
“Helping Heero and Duo…”
The mecha bent down again and began removing another pile of the debris.
Asuka frowned in her Eva. “Fine, idiot,” she snorted. Eva Unit 02 reached into it’s arm counter-weights
and pulled out the Progressive Knife, deploying the reciprocating blade and displaying it defensively for
the other three mecha’s to see.
“Quatre… freeze,” Trowa whispered sternly over the comm links, reaching out quickly to grab
Sandstrom by the arm.
Slowly, the other turned their attention up to the red mecha. The large, reciprocating knife it held
defensively was nearly as long as the beast’s hand, the glowing blade creating and eerie aura about it.
“But… our friends need help,” he tried to gesture with his Gundam to the huge pile of rubble that towered
over him. “We don’t want to fight you.”
“You’re not helping, Quatre,” Wu Fei whispered over the comm. “Keep still. My readouts show that the
knife that thing is holding is a progressive atomic dispersal weapon, capable of cutting through anything…
INCLUDING our Gundams.”
Shinji looked back and forth between Asuka and the other mechas, watching the one make a rather
clumsy gesture to the huge rubble pile behind them. “Misato… can you see if there are any audio/visual
signals passing between those mecha’s and patch me in?"”
“We can certainly try down here.”
A brief moment passed until Shinji felt a small string of static wind its way through his mind from Eva.
Closely followed by it was a fuzzy mix of pixel snow on his comm display, trying for brief moments to
right itself into an intelligible image. “I can get you audio, Shinji. We’re having trouble patching into the
video display.”
“Ok. Do it.”
The string in his mind fuzzed and crackled a moment… “… last thing we need is to be sliced in two!”
“But Heero and Duo…”
“Quiet, you two. The red one’s moving.”
Shinji smiled lightly to himself. “Wow… they have pilot’s just like us!” he chuckled out loud,
momentarily forgetting that he was now patched into the communications of the mecha units before him.
Shinji blinked a moment at his realization and leaned forward. The three mecha’s before him had
suddenly startled a minute, shuffling in place a moment, turning attention to him.
“Uh… hello?” one of the voices called over the comm.
Shinji smiled wider and sat forward in his plug. “Can you here me?”
“Who is this?” a rather annoyed voice came through the audio feed. “This is a military channel…”
“I’m Ikari Shinji…” Shinji waved his hand to the display of the three mecha’s, watching as Unit 01 raised
its hand and mirrored his action.
Again, the mecha’s shifted in place.
One stepped forward and waved a hand. “Uh… Quatre R. Winter… hi there.”
“Quiet!” another voice broke over the comm links, one of the mecha’s shifting forward in front of the
other. “Who are you!” it raised a finger to Shinji.
Asuka raised an eyebrow. “Rude, aren’t they?”
Rei shifted her Eva to bring it into a desirable range. “Surrender,” he spoke flatly.
There was a muffled chuckle over the comm, snickering along side Rei’s request. “The woman wants us
to surrender, Trowa…”
In a heartbeat, the two forward-most mecha’s took off in a flash of dust and rocket boosters, one heading
straight for Rei, the other for Asuka.
Rei managed to duck in time as the first mecha literally flew over her head to land cleanly behind her, it’s
arm extending into a sort of dragon’s head. Beside her, Asuka stepped back in a rather hard movement,
avoiding the onslaught of the other.
“No, WAIT!!” one of the voices called through the comm links. “We don’t want to fight you! Trowa…
Wu Fei, stop!”
"HEY! What the hell is going on up there?” a new voice popped into existence. “Hello!”
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