A/N: This is the final edition, all errors have been fixed and every chapter has rewrites. Also this story is now a Code Geass crossover. Not a huge one, I just added a character to from the anime to this story to revive it from mediocrity, repetition and death. Enjoy! 1

Lake Michigan, 2:48 am

Two miles of the coast of Holland Harbor

October 4, 2015

"Hatchling, this is Eagle Nest, this is as far as we can go before radar detection over."

"Copy Eagle Nest, this should suffice over"

The lights turned red and the launch area started to fill with water. My team's job tonight is to clear a four mile stretch of beach and secure the mouth of Lake Macatawa in preparation for the main assault about five hours away. This is just one of several covert operations all the way down to New Orleans. In five hours, massive invasion forces from the Minnesota/Michigan border to the mouth of the Mississippi will make one huge push into the eastern United States, the last major Intergalactic Reich holdout in the entire United North American Alliance. The operation has two objectives: secure a path for Canadian forces to enter so they can help, and liberate the capital of the U.S., Washington. Objective One is where my team comes in. In order for Canadian forces to enter the U.S., the state of Michigan must be liberated, as it offers the fastest routes for the Canadians to enter.

Problem is, the I.R. knows this and dispatched the most elite branch that the Neo Schutzstaffel (the Reich's Earth bound forces) has to offer: the Nelo Totenkampferbond (New Death Heads). So in order to ensure success, the high command ordered its five Special Forces divisions to land on the western coast of Michigan and push their way to the east, opening up Canada. The 5th and 7th MS Special Forces Divisions will attack Upper Peninsula; the 17th, 18th, and 22nd MS Special Forces Divisions will attack the Lower Peninsula.

To be more specific, the 18th Special Forces Division, my division, covers an area from Muskegon down to Benton Harbor/St. Joseph. The three brigades that make up the division are set to land on three different beaches: the 1/18th lands at Muskegon, the 2/18th at Holland and the 3/18th at Benton Harbor/St Joseph. My team, the 13th MS Team of the 18th's 2nd Brigade, is tapped to strike the heaviest guarded beach in the whole state, Holland, in a pre-invasion search and destroy mission.

Latest reports have a whole battalion of Virgo mobile dolls, one division of ground troops, three Leo companies and a network of mega partial cannons. And what do we have to deal with this immense fire power? Seven Z'Gok amphibious mobile suits with two beam cannons in its arms and head mounted torpedo launchers. One could say the odds were stacked against us, but as it is most of the time with us. This team always gets the shit jobs, and we always come through on top. When the launch area was filled with water, the subs commander opened the hatch and the mission began.

"Lieutenant Commander Kelty ready, over." The sound of my team came into my ear:

"Lieutenant Andy Fucth ready over."

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Jeremiah McClelland ready over."

"Master Chief Petty Officer JJ Vinson ready over.

"Senior Chief Petty Officer Michael Brown ready over.

"Chief Petty Officer .Ashley Anderson ready over.

"Petty Officer Third Class Dave Wheeler ready over.

"Alright team, at the one mile mark we maintain radio silence until we hit the beach, understood?"

"Yes Sir."

With all that out of the way we set off in the direction of the harbor and its fortifications. Lucky for me I have the best team behind me. Andy Fucth, a Georgia boy with dark short dark brown hair, brown eyes and a perpetual slick grin, served with me in the 101st Mobile Attack Division back west. He was a Master Chief and I was a newly promoted Ensign transferred to the Mobile Assault Division (I was with the Space Force first). We became fast friends and fast risers in the Division.

Jeremiah, a tall drink of water born in Virginia but thanks to an Army dad was raised in multiple states, was a test pilot until he got bored flying around a base doing nothing and decided he needed some action in is military carrier. Dashing with his chin beard, dark wavy long hair, tan skin and dark eyes, he can fly any suit and has connections in R&D that allow him get any suit he wants with some persuasion.

Then we have what we lovingly call "The Dark Triad": three top shelf enlisted personnel, all born and raised in Georgia and friends since kids. JJ could be considered a typical redneck if he didn't have a brain on his shoulders. He's a smart ass with short brown hair and brown eyes and a love of down home cooking.

He best friend is Michael, a lady killer with short light brown hair and blue eyes; he's the intellectual of the three of them but not above using foul language and telling dirty jokes. The third act in this show is the only girl in the team, Ashley. Standing 4'11 with long red hair and a body to die for, she completes the team. Alone they are first rate pilots, but together they bring the pain.

And me, well, I'm a born and breed Michigan boy. I stand 6'6 with long dark brown hair and blue eyes (a different shade of blue than Mike's) and am the admiration of many a woman in uniform. Personality wise you couldn't ask for a better combination of arrogance, charisma and charm. I have been lucky enough to have been bestowed a nickname, given to me by ace pilot Lieutenant Commander. Allen Gates, the famous The Monster of Barge when I was a Chief Petty Officer in his MS Team back in space.

Gates is a Virginia man, born and raised in Richmond. One of his ancestors was the Confederate General Lewis Armistead, but everyone called him "Lowe". He's famous for being the only one of George Pickett's brigade commanders to breach the Union line during the folly known as Pickett's Charge at Gettysburg. Well to cut a long story short, during a sortie in space I charged at the enemy which had greater numbers. Gates told me after the fight that "Lowe" Armistead would have been proud. Thus the name Lowe began to refer to me.

Then we have Petty Officer Third Class Dave Wheeler, a newbie from the supply corps moved to the team for the invasion. Before complete radio silence I gave the team their orders.

"All right team this is how it goes: Wheeler and Anderson will hit the Leo hangers and troop barracks. Brown and Vinson will go for the mobile doll control center and ammo dump. Then me, Fucth and McClelland will..."

My train of thought was interrupted by a green ray of light flying past my suit and hitting Wheeler's unit in the front, right below the missile launcher. The shock wave but me back in reality.

"Fuck! Wheelers down, Emergency breach now! McClelland go with Anderson and get to the hangers."

In one quick motion all six suit shot up to the surface. What greeted us was a hail of mega partial cannon fire. In the distance the sound of mobile suits getting prepped for battle reached my ears, then panic rush through me, then I noticed the fuel tanks next to the hangers.

"Anderson, hit the fuel tanks before they can launch any Leo's!"

"Yes sir!"

The sound of Anderson's beam cannon echoed over the cannon fire, and then a loud explosion roared in the distance.

"Alright team, you know what to do. Move to objectives and clear this beach!"

One loud shout of "Affirmative!" rang in my ears, and thus the job began.

It took us two hours, but by 4:30 the beach was in our hands, as well as the beach commander and 1,200 enemy troops. We managed to fish out Wheeler (he was still intact) and buried him on the beach. Then it was off to ammo dump due east of the harbor. We said a few words then went on with our job. It sucked, losing the newbie, but that's the life of a soldier, you win some, you lose some, and you regret every loss in some way or another.