(I DO NOT own Code: Lyoko, or any of the name or brands that may appear. I DO own all of my OC's, including Jonathan Mettic. Any similarities to anyone or anything is simply a coincidence, and should not be taken as intentional.)


/Beijing. People's Republic of China. 3 Days After D-Day. (D-Day+3). Unknown Time./

World War Three...

Explosions and firefights dominated the streets of Beijing, the capital of the People's Republic of China. Fighter jets and cargo planes flew overhead as AA fire and explosions dominated the sky. Skyscrapers all over the city were heavily damaged or collapsed. Chinese, American, and Russian troops all battled for dominance on the streets, and in China's symbolic heart, the Forbidden City.

Outside of the Forbidden City, on Tiananmen Square, there was a massive battle being waged between the soldiers of the Three Powers. And through all of the destroyed tanks, fires, craters, smoke, and dead bodies there was a crashed helicopter with several corpses in it.

A surviving man groaned with pain as he crawled out of the helicopter wreck, a Beretta 92 pistol held tight in his hand.

The man coughed, seeing several Chinese and American troops fighting in the area around him. Suddenly, he heard a distant chuckle.

"Hehehe... Aren't you having a bad day...?" A voice asked, sarcastically.

The man saw three soldiers calmly walking towards him, all wearing balaclavas with skull imprints on them.

"Imagine you were afraid..." One of them said.

The man had a fearful look as he struggled to crawl away, to no avail.

"Imagine you were isolated, and in terrible pain..." Another said.

The soldiers got closer. The man lifted up his gun and pulled the trigger, shocked to hear only a click, and realizing he was out of ammunition.

"And just when you thought it couldn't get worse than it already was..." The first person said.

The man stumbled back, coughing, and wide eyed with fear.

"You look up..." The second person continued.

They stopped in front of the man, looking down at him.

"And then you realize you're seeing the Ghosts..." The third one finished.

The man gasped with fear, seeing them all looking down at him.

"Yeah... You're having a very bad day..." The first one said, frowning at him.

The man had an expression of fear on his face.


==Several Months Earlier==

/March 16th, 2030. USS Nimitz, 10 Miles off the coast of Yemen. Eastern Indian Ocean. 5:56 AM/

Aelita Belpois was walking along the flight deck of the USS Nimitz, getting some fresh air.

First time in a long time she got that luxury...

Aelita sighed as she sat near the control tower, thinking about the events of the previous months. She watched her step-brother Dylan Enheart become the President of the Unites States, saw millions of people die, and saw the deadliest and most destructive war in human history break out between Russia, China, and the United States.

World War III.

Aelita eventually stopped thinking about all of that and she smiled, seeing the beginnings of a sunrise forming across the Pacific.

'Beautiful...' Aelita thought to herself.

Aelita sighed as she got back up and walked into the control tower. She went down a flight of stairs and through a few hallways, making it back to her quarters.

She couldn't help but smile as she saw her husband Jeremie smiling in his sleep.

Aelita's smile widened as she saw her daughter Kylie sleeping in her bed, smiling and tightly holding onto her doll.

It was a hand-me-down from Aelita. It's name was 'Mister Puck'.

Aelita sat on the bed, still smiling as she saw Jeremie waking up.

"Good morning, Jeremie..." Aelita greeted.

Jeremie smiled, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He then sat up and kissed Aelita on the cheek.

"Hey, princess..." Jeremie greeted.

"How'd you sleep?" Aelita asked.

"I slept good... You?" Jeremie asked.

Aelita shrugged.

"I slept fine." Aelita said.

Jeremie smiled, nodding.

"That's good..." Jeremie replied.

They then heard a yawn. They smiled, seeing Kylie waking up.

"Good morning, honey." Aelita said.

Kylie stretched, yawning loudly. Aelita and Jeremie snickered, seeing Kylie's horrible-looking bed hair.

"Morning, mommy..." Kylie said, groggily.

Jeremie smiled, seeing Kylie get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. She came back out looking much less bad, in her normal clothes, and her hair neatly combed.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Aelita asked.

"I was going to have some with Sakura." Kylie replied, smiling.

Aelita nodded, still smiling.

"Okay... Don't run off anywhere." Aelita said.

"Okay... Bye mommy! Bye daddy!" Kylie said.

Jeremie and Aelita both waived, smiling as they saw Kylie walk out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Aelita sighed as she locked her hand with Jeremie's.

"I can't believe we've been here for over two months already..." Aelita said.

"Same here... Kylie likes it, surprisingly. She likes watching the F-15's take off." Jeremie said.

"My parents like doing that too. And speaking of my parents, I hear they're getting along well with yours." Aelita said, smirking.

Jeremie nodded in agreement, smiling as he gently rubbed Aelita's leg.

"Yeah... I'm really happy they do." Jeremie replied.

Aelita smiled, lying down as Jeremie got off of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Aelita asked.

"Just going to go and find my parents. They're around somewhere." Jeremie said.

Aelita smirked, grabbing Jeremie's hand and pulling him back down to the bed. Jeremie blushed as Aelita started unbuttoning his shirt, then hers.

"No, you're not." Aelita said, simply.

Jeremie went wide eyed as Aelita grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him in for a deep kiss, while also sliding her shirt off of her. She then broke the kiss, smirking at Jeremie's shyness as her bra straps started sliding off of her shoulders...


Meanwhile, in a hallway deep inside of the ship, two people were in flight suits and talking to two others.

One of the others was Odd Della Robia, and the other was his newly married wife, Sam.

The people in the flight suits were Lieutenant James Enheart, and FBI agent Ryan Mettic.

Both of them were newly-trained pilots for the US Navy.

"So, what's your plan?" Odd asked.

"It's simple. Close Air Support and ground forces are moving into an airfield in Yemen. They think they know where Jonathan Mettic is." James said.

Ryan growled at the mention of his brother, Jonathan.

Jonathan Mettic was the man who single-handedly brought the world to its knees, killed millions of innocent people, and basically destroyed all of Europe and Asia. All in the name of power and control.

Not really the nicest guy in the world, right?

"Do we know exactly where?" Sam asked.

"Somewhere in that airfield. Maybe." Ryan said.

Odd and Sam nodded.

"Good luck, guys..." Odd said.

James and Ryan nodded as they walked down the hallway they were in, towards the exits.

"This isn't gonna be some 'Whiskey-Delta ground support' op. The intel is good. We think Jonathan Mettic is gonna be there." Ryan said.

"He got my mother killed... He BETTER be there..." James replied.

"He will be." Ryan replied.

They stopped at a stairwell, where Ryan turned to look back at James.

"Get your claws out, kid. We're hunting some big game today." Ryan said.

James nodded as he and Ryan walked up the stairwell.

They ended up walking to a railing on the middle of the ship, seeing it was raining and stormy on the fleet.

"Shit, it was sunny just a few hours ago..." James stated.

"Yeah... I don't know if this'll affect the flight." Ryan replied.

They followed the railing until they got up to the flight deck. They looked to their left, seeing several British and American destroyers were firing cruise missiles towards the Yemeni coastline.

Ryan smirked at the sight.

"Jonathan Mettic is about to have a very shitty day..." Ryan said.

"Too right, man..." James agreed.

They walked onto the flight deck, and stopped at their F-22 Raptor.

James and Ryan put on their flight helmets, and James watched Ryan climb into the pilot seat of the plane. James climbed into the back seat, being the co-pilot.

The two pilots then saw several servicemen head towards their F-22, prepping it for take off.

James smiled, seeing another F-22 take off next to them.

"Okay. Master alarm on, missiles on, miniguns on, flaps active, flares active... No faults on any of the plane systems. Ready in the back? Here we go." Ryan said.

James tightly gripped a handle that was on his control console. He went wide eyed, surprised as the plane suddenly started moving. Fast. It got fast enough to get off of the carrier and into the air.

Soon, their plane joined several others. All of the planes headed inland, towards the Yemeni coast...


Waldo Schaeffer (Also known as "Franz Hopper"), and his wife Anthea were in their living quarters with their granddaughter, Wendy Enheart. The three of them were trying to get to know each other a little.

Wendy had an uncomfortable smile on her face as Anthea studied her.

"I'm glad we've finally gotten to meet... I've always wondered if Chase was gonna have children or not. He doesn't seem like the type." Anthea said.

Wendy shrugged.

"I guess..." Wendy replied.

Waldo tried to think of something to talk about, before settling on the 'Liberators'. The American resistance group Wendy helped to make several months ago.

"And you helped make a guerilla group? That's very impressive, young lady." Waldo said.

"Yeah... Thanks..." Wendy muttered.

"Wendy...? Is something wrong?" Anthea asked.

Wendy shook her head.

"I'm fine, really... it's just that I barely know who either of you are. All I heard of you was just pictures and stories..." Wendy replied.

"We know, Wendy. We're trying to fix that. We're both well into our nineties, and we'd like to get to know our family before we both pass." Waldo said.

Wendy looked down.

"I'm trying, I swear I am... but it's just hard when I've never met either of you in my entire life." Wendy said.

"Kylie was the same way... Now she loves us." Anthea stated, smiling.

Wendy looked back up at Waldo and Anthea, smiling a little.

"Okay... I'll try." Wendy said.

Anthea and Waldo smiled at their granddaughter.


Ulrich Stern, his wife Yumi, Chase Enheart, Miranda Lamberse, and William Dunbar all were in the President's private quarters, looking at maps of the battle that was about to happen.

President Dylan Enheart had a stressed look on his face as he looked at the five people sitting with him.

"-And you're absolutely sure he's gonna be there?" Dylan asked.

"Positive... Our man inside confirmed it. Mettic is in that airfield." Chase confirmed.

Dylan nodded, looking down at the maps.

"Any civilians?" Dylan asked.

"A minimal amount. Just a few workers for graveyard shifts... Casualties will be minimal for them." William said.

"Good, good... The less civilians killed, the better." Dylan stated.

"Prizrak and Juri volunteered to lead the ground forces to the airfield. I'm staying to help coordinate everything." Chase said.

Dylan nodded at the mention of Prizrak and Juri.

They were two of the ultra-elite 'Ghosts' from the now-defunct Task Force 141. Along with Chase, the three of them are legendary for kicking a lot of ass.

Ulrich had a curious look as he turned his attention towards the President.

"Sir, I've got to ask... What about Mettic?" Ulrich asked.

"What about him?" Dylan replied back.

"Are we killing or capturing him?" Ulrich asked.

Dylan nodded, shrugging.

"I'd prefer capture so we can bring him to the Hague. But if you gotta kill him, then do it." Dylan said.

"Capture him if they can, or kill him if they can't? Seems simple." Miranda said.

"I sure as hell hope so... Juri and Prizrak are gonna have a lot to deal with already." Yumi stated.

"All I care about is bringing the prick to justice. That's all." Dylan said.

"I agree. The ultranationalists on his side might surrender if Mettic dies. Or they'll make him into a martyr, but who knows." Ulrich said.

Dylan sighed.

"What about Russia and China? They're still at war with us. Because of him..." Dylan said.

"Right now, they're far too busy fighting each other than worrying about us. Russia took Shijiazhuang last night, Dylan." Miranda said.

"That city has over ten million people there..." Dylan stated.

"And it's only 163 miles from Beijing... The stalemate in China is finally over. Russia is on the offensive now." Chase stated.

Dylan shook his head, frowning with stress and anger.

"The Russians are pushing for Beijing." Dylan said.

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