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[Ranma][NGE][HPL][AMG][Fusion][Spamfic] Sic Semper Morituri

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     On second thought, I'll switch to tea.

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     These events take place immediately after Chapter 10 of Sic Semper Morituri.

     Cthulhu sat upon his throne.  The cthulhi were rejoicing, their flabby limbs going through gyrations that would have driven a human mad in mere moments.  The deep ones were offering sacrifices of joy at the prospect.

     Azathoth had sent word that he was returning to this world, with his offspring, ready to complete the bargain the pair had made eons ago, cementing their alliance and the division of the Universe.

     Cthulhu's `sons`: Ythogtha, Ghatanothoa, Zoth-Ommog, awaited the arrival with anticipation.  Their rivalry would be ended with the accession of one, to the position of heir to their father's throne and vice-regal power.  The others would be reduced to scrabbling for scraps from their `masters`, so all sought this eagerly.

     Azathoth appeared, a mighty bivalve, not the ever-growing, amorphous, nuclear chaos that was his form at the center of the Universe.

     The unasked question as all fell silent was, 'Where is this child of the mighty Outer God?'

     Azathoth stepped aside, the tiny, human-appearing figure in the Egyptian robes and crown was, to say the least, a disappointment.  Cthulhu merely stared at the Outer Gods.  Azathoth gestured, bringing a patch of water around the creature to a boil, instantly it transformed into a mighty three-legged creature with a huge tongue where it's face would be, the god of the Bloody Tongue.  A moment later, as the cool ocean water returned, so did the pitiful form of the Dark Pharaoh.

     Cthulhu noted with disgust that his three `sons` were now pushing each other forward, as prospective candidates for this union.  Finally pushing Ghatanothoa forward, with the excuse that his true form petrified all who gazed on it, making it impossible for any other possible union.

     He sat up, touched a key on the intercom.

     "NERV Command," came the voice from the other end.

     "Fuyutsuki, collect all the brewed coffee in the Technical and Tactical branches, find out who made it, question them about the recipe.  All samples to be forwarded to Dr. Akagi or myself, immediately, highest priority, highest security.  I'll leave this to you."

     "Yes, sir."  The deputy Commander didn't bother to argue.

     Gendo carefully pour the contents of the cup into a container, he could analyze it later.  He shuddered at the odd dream, wondering about the strange customs of the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods, Perhaps that's where they got the idea, he remembered the dream of Saotome's fiances, now he had an idea where it came from.