Ranger24: Hi folks. I know this may seem crazy but I'm trying out a Code Geass Warcraft xover. There might be some Starcraft in here to though. Anyways enjoy.

Prologue: Down fall

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2010 A.T.B Pendragon

Fire rained on Pendragon, the Capital of the Holy Britannian Empire. People were running for shelter as the Capital and Royal guard scrambled to the defense of the city. The newly built Glasglow Knightmare frames were getting their first test in battle, trying to hold back the attackers. But the attackers were everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. Tanks erupted into flames as explosive rounds hit them and the radio links were clogged with conflicting reports and men screaming for support.

In truth however the attack was being carried out by only a small number of attackers, at most two hundred crack commandos and twelve Knightmare Frames. But these twelve knightmares were seemingly decades in advance of the Britannian Models. They swept through the Glasglows with easy cutting them down with glowing blue blades. They were painted black and behind each snapped a black cape.

"Slaughter them all!" The Exiled Prince heard one of his subordinates scream in fury.

"Darion calm down," the Princes Captian ordered.

"Lay off Falric," Darion snapped, "these cowards seized the throne from our master when it was rightfully his. This is vengeance for all of those years we spent in the frozen north!"

"Focus on the objective," the Prince ordered as he finally spotted their target. "We're almost at St. Darwin's street."

The resistance was thickening with more Glasglows pouring on fire towards the attackers. The Prince and his cadre of knights however deftly evaded the attacks however and were soon in amongst the Glasglows cutting them down. St. Darwin's street was breached. The Prince switched to his command channel.

"General."

"Yes," the hard but still musical voice of his infantry commander answered.

"Begin phase three of the plan," he ordered. "Kill any and all members of the royal family still in the capital."

"Understood," she replied.

He smirked and switched back to his squad channel.

"Death Knights," he ordered, "press on to the palace!"

"Yes my lord!" They answered him as one.

The sword resting against his left leg hissed as though in anticipation. He took a hand off his control sticks and rubbed the pommel.

"Soon Frostmourne," he whispered. "Soon."

-Geass-

11th Prince Lelouch vi Britannia was not having a good day by any account. He was not having a good week for that matter. Just two days prior his mother Empress Marianne vi Britannia had been killed by unknown terrorists and his younger sister Nunally critically wounded and hospitalized. Now he could hear gun fire all around the city of Pendragon accompanied by explosions and screams.

He was in the hospital room where Nunally was being tended to alone except for his barely alive sister. He could see smoke outside the windows of the hospital and could see tracer rounds flying through the air. He clenched his fists feeling helpless.

Was his father, the Emperor of Britannia utterly incapable of protecting anything?

The came the sounds of hurried foot steps out side the door to the room. Lelouch put himself between Nunally and the door, he would not see anymore harm come to her.

The door opened and a man in a royal guards uniform entered, a sub machine gun in hand. He had bluish green hair and orange eyes.

"Who are you!" Lelouch demanded.

The man paused.

"Jeremiah Gottwald," he replied. "Royal Guard, I'm here to evac you Prince Lelouch."

Lelouch shook his head.

"Not without Nunally," he said firmly.

"I had no intention of leaving her behind my Prince," Jeremiah replied.

He motioned to people Lelouch could not see and two more people, one a man with beige hair the other a dark skinned woman with white hair, came appeared both in the same uniform as Jeremiah and similarly armed.

"Kewel Sorsei and Villeta Nu," he introduced. "They're members of my unit."

"We don't have time for this Jeremiah," Kewel snapped. "That's just grab them and get to the Heliport."

"They've breached this far?" Jeremiah exclaimed.

"Who ever they are their ripping the Defense forces to pieces," Villeta replied. "They'll be here any minute."

Jeremaih nodded. "Kewel get Princess Nunally sorted out and ready to move, gently."

"We might not have time for gently," Kewel muttered entering the room.

"Whats going on?" Lelouch asked.

"Terrorists are attacking the capital," Jeremiah replied. "Elizabeth Protocol has gone into effect, all members of the royal family are to be evacuated to safety."

"Done," Kewel reported.

Lelouch turned to see that Kewel had hastily duck tapped Nunally's IV bag, heart rate monitor, and other important equipment to her stretcher bed.

Jeremiah nodded.

"Okay let's move!" He barked.

There was bang below followed by a scream and then gun fire.

"Shit," Villeta muttered flicking off her safety.

"Go now!" Jeremiah barked.

"If they cut the elevators we're going to be trapped," Kewel stated grimly wheeling Nunnally into the hall.

"We're not leaving Nunnally behind," Lelouch snapped.

"If it comes down to it we'll carry her up the stairs," Jeremiah replied. "Now come on!"

-Geass-

98th Emperor Charles zi Britannia sat in silence on his throne. He could hear the sounds of the battle drawing nearer but did not care. Bismark Waldstein, Knight of one stood nearby , leaning on his greatsword.

"You should be evacuated your highness," Bismark noted.

"I am many things Bismark," Charles replied. "But a coward who flees in the face of an assault is not one of them."

"So I see," Bismark said grimly.

The screams were getting closer.

"The Royal guard will not hold them long," he noted.

"Then it is time to meet these impudent fools face to face," Charles answered.

There came one last scream from beyond the door and then blood began to seep under it.

With a great boom it was forced open and five figures entered. The four covering the rear held poleaxes in their hands that had assault rifles built into them, and swords at their sides in black scabbards. They were dressed all in black and had full helms on that concealed their faces. The one leading them however wore a black cloak with a hood to conceal his face and simply dragging along massive and foul looking sword that glowed an erie blue.

The remaining members of the royal guard raised their spears and assault rifles against them but did not strike. The group walked right down the center of the throne room before halting mere yards before the dais on which sat the throne and Charles.

The leader planted his sword against the floor and faced the emperor his face still concealed in shadow. The sword however was now revealed in all it terror. Its guard was shaped like the skull of some beast and the blade was edged in a array of wicked designs meant to cause excruciating pain to any it struck. And there were runes upon it, faintly seen through the blue glow that seemed to chill the air around it.

"It has been a long time Uncle Charles."

"You dare address his majesty!" One of guard said plucking up his courage. "Die!"

The guard rushed the man but in one swift stroke the cloaked man had cut the hapless guardsmen in half. Blood splattered across the throne rooms floor before it began to pool around the two halves of the man's body.

"Any other takers," the man asked shaking the crystallized blood from his sword.

"Who are you?" Charles demanded.

"A ghost back from the dead to haunt you uncle," he replied. "Perhaps you'd recognize me better if I removed my hood. Forgive me."

He pulled back his hood revealing his pale face, icy blue eyes, and long blond white hair. Charles laughed. A deep booming laughed that filled the royal guard with more fear and confusion.

"So my dear nephew survived death all of those years ago," Charles said regaining his composure. "Former 1st Prince of the Holy Britannian Empire, Arthas me Britannia."

Arthas smirked back at his uncle.

"Glad to see that your memory hasn't failed you old man," he said.

"How can I forget my triumph?" Charles replied. "In one fell swoop I thought I had destroyed all of my opposition and secured the throne."

"You thought wrong uncle," Arthas stated. "You're hit squad failed to kill me."

"Twelve years you've been hiding," Charles continued. "Where ever did you run to?"

"North," Arthas answered. "But even the coldest most barren stretch of tundra could not chill my desire for revenge uncle."

"Indeed?" Charles asked with an eyebrow raised. "You think to kill me?"

"I don't think," Arthas replied. "I know."

"Then come then," Charles proclaimed rising to his feet. "Come and try to slay me, son of Terenas!"

At his word the royal guard charged Arthas companions whitest Bismark brought up his sword and meet Arthas head on. The two clashed and their swords rang out amidst the screams of the royal guard as they were torn apart by Arthas's companions. Bismark drew back and swung again and Arthas parried his strike before making a counter thrust of his own. Bismark knocked the blow aside and swung for Arthas's head. Arthas however back stepped and the stroke went wide. Arthas made a slash at Bismarks legs only for the Knight of one to side step the blow.

They continued on slashing, stabbing, parrying, hacking, and countering one another as the Royal guard died around them. Arthas's companions made short work of the Royal Guard seeming to ignore gun fire and strikes from the defending guardsman's spears. One by one they fell, shot to pieces or hacked down by axe and sword.

Still Arthas and Bismark's duel was the only fight the Emperor seemed bother with even as the men sworn to protect him were slaughtered like cattle. Minutes passed and the Throne room fell into silence as Arthas and Bismark dueled perfectly matched against one another. Arthas's companions finished off the last of the guards before they turned to watch the duel.

At last the two came to a halt, mere yards separating them. Bismark paused to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"I guess I have no choice but to use it," he muttered.

"Release it Bismark," Charles ordered. "Show this cur the true power he faces."

"Yes," Bismark said the muscles around his left eye socket straining. "Your Majesty!"

Then the purple braces that held his eyelids closed broke apart and his left eye open revealing the red winged sigil. Arthas gave a derisive snort.

"Geass?" He questioned. "Cheap parlor tricks will not save you."

"We shall see," Bismark replied.

Then they clashed again and this time it became clear that Bismark had some form of advantage. He was dodging or deflecting Arthas attacks easily without breaking a sweat leaving Arthas struggling against him.

"Your Geass," Arthas observed between strikes. "It is clearly one of three possible forms."

He blocked a strike from Waldstein and struck back only for Waldstein to duck under him and slash at his chest. Arthas jumped back just in time to avoid the strike.

"Mind reading," Arthas continued swinging at Waldstein's head only for the knight of one to parry his strike. The Knight of one countered and Arthas moved to block him only for Waldstein to change his strike at the last second. Arthas barely brought his sword about in time to defend himself. "Absolute Awareness." He stabbed at Bismark only to have his blow knocked away again. "Or foresight."

"You'd be correct," Bismark answered swinging a powerful two handed stroke at Arthas. Arthas blocked the attack and held the Knight of One in place. "I can see the future. You cannot defeat me with such power!"

"Oh really?" Arthas asked.

Then he struck out with his left leg going for Bismark's groin. The knight of one jumped back but quickly realized he shouldn't have. It had not been a kick, it had been a pronounced step. He cursed his ill luck as Arthas plunged his blade through Bismark's heart.

"Well fought," Arthas said before dragging his blade out of Bismark's chest. "But the future is never set in stone."

Bismark collapsed to the floor dead.

Arthas turned to face Charles who simply sat on his throne immobile. Slowly Arthas ascended the steps to the throne before he came to a halt looming over Charles, his sword in hand.

"You show no fear," Arthas noted.

"If my death is now then I shall not face it with fear," Charles replied. "Shall you attribute this kill to anyone? Your father? Your sister? Your dead fiance?"

Arthas scowled at him.

"For Ner'zhul," he answered.

Charles raised an eyebrow.

Arthas plunged Frostmourne into Charles zi Britannia's heart and held the blade their glaring into his uncles eyes. Charles zi Britannia did not flinch, did not moan, he made no sound as he died.

Arthas wrentched Frostmourne out of Charles's corpse and pulled the dead man from the throne, casting his lifeless body to the floor. Frostmourne hissed in pleasure as Charles blood froze along its edge. Arthas sat himself down upon the throne.

The Death Knights knelt down amongst the bodies before him.

"All hail Arthas me Britannia," Falric said without looking up. "99th Emperor of Britannia."

Ranger24: And that's the prologue chapter folks. If you liked it please leave a review. If I get five reviews before October 31st I'll continue it. Until next time.