Occulta Rising

Level 1 Message from Jahrtausend Division to Alexander Daemon

Preparations are complete Lord Daemon. The Sons of the Serpent are in position and are ready for their mission.

The Targets have been selected, one of whom is handling an invasion in the Middle East.

Jahrtausend Division in position over China.

X Division and Arcane Division are still four days away from being ready for there part.

Operation: Aryan Thunder still needs an effective guidance system.

Also, the secondary target in Japan has been effectively scouted and plans made to be forwarded to you.

Operation: Adam's Heel will commence on your signal.

Hail the Millennium

Area 11, Settlement

"Eh…was that our fault?"

Lelouch and Rivalz dismounted their motorcycle (with a side car attached) an observed the damage of the car wreck they just caused.

Truthfully, it wasn't their fault. A truck was driving up exceedingly fast, as though the driver was on a tight schedule. They attempted to drive out of the way, but the truck swerved in the other direction, off the main road and onto a construction site, where the truck ran into some of the metal girders. From their spot on the side of the highway, the damage looked considerably minor. Lelouch blinked and thought he saw a gentle glitter of gold light being emitted from the truck.

"Hey, Rivalz, come check this out," said Lelouch, removing his shades.

"Hey, over here!" He turned to his left and noticed that a large group of people have gathered.

"Whoa, nasty crash!"

"What happened? Some sort of accident?"

"Probably a drunk driver."

"It's always some moron."

"Hey, maybe someone ought to go help."

Those idiots! Lelouch thought in disgust, eyeing the growing crowd of on-lookers, taking pictures with their cell phones or creating gossip. Throwing his helmet and shades in the side car, Lelouch ran down the ramp and toward the truck.

"Look, the student rescue team has arrived."

"So like, why doesn't anyone call for help? You know?"

Oh shut up! You're not helping!

"Hey! Are you alright?" he called through the debris that blocked his way to the door. He then climbed up the ladder on the side and called out again. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

…it's you… Lelouch froze, a sudden sensation coming over his body. …finally I have found my… What the heck?

A moment went by, and then…

Lelouch flew forward and into the opening on the roof of the trailer as the truck lurched backwards. He landed hard on the floor as the truck and trailer reversed direction and began driving off.

"Stop!" Lelouch called out, "I'm in here!"

Pendragon, capital of the Holy Britannian Empire

In the office of the Pendragon News Network, a package arrived without a return address. The package was opened to reveal a video disc and a letter. When the program executive read the letter, he rushed to the nearest studio and ordered that the disc be played at the beginning of the next broadcast.

In the Pendragon market place, Guinevere su Britannia and three bodyguards were browsing the various goods and stalls disguised as normal Britannian citizens. A short distance behind them, a figure wearing a green jacket, a handkerchief tied around his neck, and hood watched them, hands in his pockets. His eyes briefly alighted on two of the four men wearing similar garb and silently watching the entire scene, not just him and the target. Come on, he thought, give me a chance, a chance to rid that cursed piece of sin from Eden.

Back at the Pendragon News Network, the anchor announced that a message has been sent to the station with instructions to immediately broadcast a video for the sake of the world and the North American continent. The disc was then inserted into the broadcast computer and the video started playing, revealing a man in a green uniform and beret with a strong jaw and burning eyes. Behind him was a strange symbol which looked something like the head of a snake, yellow outline on green.

"Greetings people of the world and of Eden. You may identify me as Commander Diamondback. I am the current leader of the Sons of the Serpent. We are here to make things right in accordance to military Operation: Adam's Heel. Over the centuries, the North American continent has been contaminated by Sin. This Sin has ruined America and the rest of the world as a result. This effect must be reversed."

Back in the market place, the young man in green raised his hood. A small gathering of female adolescents passed in-between him and Guinevere su Britannia. He started forward, gently wrapping around the group of giggling students playing hooky.

"And there is only one sure way to eliminate Sin from Eden…"

There was a minute clicking sound that came from the young man's wrist as he broke into a run, straight at one of Guinevere's bodyguards. The undercover guard spun around in time for the stranger to leap up, run one of his feet into the guards waist, forcing the guard down and back, slam the other foot on the guard's shoulder, and launch himself into the air toward Guinevere with spread-eagled arms.

"…complete and absolute extermination."

The last thing that came to the eyes and senses of Guinevere su Britannia, First Princess of the Britannian Imperial Family, was a green-garbed figure followed by an intense pain in her neck and blackness. She never felt the ground she fell on, her assassin astride her torso with a razor sharp blade in her neck. There was a pause, where almost everyone in the immediate area looked and froze for what would seem to be half an hour. And then…

The bodyguards reacted, all charging in to tackle the killer. The green garbed assassin spun to his feet, arms extended as blades on his wrists sliced open injuries on one of the bodyguards' legs and on another bodyguard's stomach. Shots rang out as the assassin's comrades came forward and fired their handguns at the bodyguards, who dropped to the ground like flies. People screamed as they ran to get away from the scene.

Running from the scene of the crime, one of the Serpent soldiers thought with mild humor, it's just so easy to get accused of terrorism nowadays.

"In the name of Eden!" the assassin declared to the fleeing crowd, "for the garden of paradise that's called: America!"

"Britannia, I have no idea how you came to control this place, but you will pay the price equivalent to the lives you have destroyed by simply coming to America. The Republic must rise, the prolonged monarchy shall be extinguished, and Eden shall once again prosper where it should be…

…in the Supreme United States of America!"

Airspace over the Middle East

The door to the navigation deck of the airship opened and a messenger came in.

"Lord Daemon."

Standing with his nose almost touching the windshield, Alexander Daemon cocked his head to one side, raising an ear.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Operation: Adam's Heel has begun with success. The Sons of the Serpent have just assassinated the Guinevere su Britannia, and they are about to eliminate the other targets."

"Very good," Alexander replied. "As much as I hate to consort with low-level terrorists with a wayward cause, they are quite capable of achieving their side of the bargain." He turned around to return to his seat, then before he sat down, he spun around again, holding his hand out in a dictating gesture that few men have even dared to imitate. "Let's help out those cobra fodders one last time!"