A/N: It's my first fanfic so… don't kill me over it? The actual crossover portion won't be very obvious until the next chapter. Still deciding whether or not to kill Suzaku (not in the permanent way) or not. The main crossover is Strike Witches and Code Geass (set in CG world), the other two I'll name at the end of the chapter.

*This is the third/updated version of chapter 1. Special thanks to Beta Readers Darkfire 359, Paper Bullet, UltimateParadox, Mint Pizza Queen, MaverickBuff, KazeNoSakura, and The Wistful Bloom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass or Strike Witches. Or any other material/series that become present later on.

Phase 1: Turn 1: The Demon's First Move

"By throwing your lot with me, I can guarantee a better chance of survival than on your own. It's a given that Britannia will prosecute the Japanese, who are with their own as opposed to those with a Britannian. In the case of the former, it's likely that you will be forced to live in destroyed remnants of your old country, have little to sustenance upon, and lose more than your pride. However, if you follow me, I can, no, will guarantee you far much better. All that I ask of you is your trust and patience, for I will destroy Britannia. Yes, I am a former Britannian Prince, but let me ask you this: If you have lost everything important to you twice, would you forgive the culprit once more, knowing that you will be wronged once more? Now then, make your decision."

Lelouch Vi Britannia - August 11, 2010 a.t.b.

Clovis' POV

I stand at the centre of the party room, two attendants off to the sides and the ladies off to my right. Nearby them stands my younger sister, Natalie, her blond haired knight A... something… and the Knight of Twelve, Monica Kruszewski. There is the media crew as well, but only because my role as Viceroy require me to fulfill certain public duties. Sometimes they're beneficiary to myself as well, so I tolerate them.

"Your Highness!" A chubby soldier cuts across the room towards me, gathering much unneeded attention.

The general of my forces… Bartley, was it? Ah, yes. That bumbling fool. I've told him before not to appear before me in public, but he never listens. Instead, he comes to me about every little thing. Well, at least he's better than those self-serving types.

"I beg your pardon, Your Highness, but…" The uncouthly balding head of the general leans close to me and his voice drops to a whisper. "Terrorists have stolen the containers containing the subjects of Code-R."

"You fool!" I glare at the bumbling idiot.

Why now of all times? All those terrorist hunts and dispatches… wasted.

I quickly glance over to the side. Good, neither of those girls heard. Only if she wasn't here.

"Th-the police have been told it's just medical equipment. If we scramble the entire army, there'll be records..." says the fool.

Of course there would be. Any idiot would know that. But there's no choice.

Just how am I supposed to get around the Knight of Twelve without attracting attention?

Ah, right. If I dispatch my royal guard... and, if it takes too long; destroy the ghettos with the pretext of re-zoning. An excellent plan, if I say so myself.

"Send out my personal forces! The knightmares as well!"

I sigh as the incompetent idiot runs off to relay the orders. After a moment, I head off in the same direction. To the G1 mobile base it is, then. Such a crude thing, not the slightest hint of elegance.

"Brother, is something happening?" My little sister comes up alongside me, her so called 'knight' tailing behind her, and the Knight of Twelve following close by them.

"It's nothing much, Natalie. Just taking care of some matters of state." I say.

"Can I come along too?" asks Natalie. Her violet eyes appear to convey an aura of sorts, pleading me to take her with me.

"No, you can't, Natalie." A sigh escapes me as I shake my head a slightly. "The ghettos are unfit for your presence."

"If it's about my safety… I have Alice to protect me," says Natalie. She refers to her red eyed companion of a knight.

Alice eh…. Right, that's the name of her friend… or Knight. Though I don't see why father lets her have a Number as her Knight. But, it's father's decision, though I doubt he has much faith in her ability, hence sending Monica. Then again, maybe he's suspicious about my actions. Either way, as long as Natalie doesn't come along, Monica won't have an excuse to do so. "Still, no."

"Monica…" Natalie pouts as she turns to the Knight of Twelve for support. Normally I would say it was rather cute of her, but no. Just no. I will not allow father to drag her into this matter.

The blond knight smiles as she speaks. A gentle and soft tone, close to what's expected of a net idol and not anything like a professional killer. "Your Highness, Prince Clovis is only thinking of your safety—"

"But it's safest closest to brother! What if terrorists were to bomb the government building while he's away?" Natalie pouts as her gaze feels like its become a glare.

"That is possible, Your Highness, though the government building is much better defended. I doubt that a minor terrorist group would have enough Witches to pose a threat to the defenses there." says Monica. I swear that while she sweetly reassures Natalie, she's also staring daggers into me.

"Just do as Monica says, Natalie," I say. If father hadn't sent Natalie here as Sub-Viceroy then I wouldn't have to deal with her nagging about coming along. But, I don't really have a choice in that matter.

"Say, Monica, isn't brother being a little suspicious?" muses Natalie. Her brown hair sways to match the movement of her head. It's like a short cape, as her hair only comes down to her waist.

"Agreed, Your Highness," says Monica. She nods rather readily, like an actress reciting her lines from memory, and continues, "Just like the incident six months back."

"Yeah! Isn't that right, Alice?" asks Natalie as she clasps Alice's hands together. She bobs up and down, a little too giddy, I think.

"U-um y-yes Your Highness," says Alice. The girl's blond hair is in some sort of... twin tails, is it? held by a pair of red ribbons. I really don't understand what is with those two blonds and hair ribbons.

"Aliceeee," says Natalie. She stresses the 's' sound like a rubber band until it snaps. I swear she's unconsciously tightening her grip over on her. "I told you to just call me Natalie."

"Bu-bu…but…." stammers Alice. Her face tilts away from my direction, but I guess like a good Number, she knows her place.

"Anyway, I'm coming, brother." states Natalie. She smiles with a kind of pure-hearted innocence unique to her, or maybe that's just the kind that those without bloodstained hands have.

"Understood, Your Highness, then so will I." says Monica. Her expression is quite stoic, or rather, it's only her usual soft expression with an air of professionalism. Either way, I can't make out what she's planning.

Damn it. Damn it all. Why is this happening to me?

"Fine!"

Lelouch's POV

No ladder, closed hatch, no exterior view. A transport trailer. Four, no—five boxes and… a skewered sphere? The main package or a decoy…? Probably a containment device.

I take cover behind the containment sphere. A little precaution goes a long way, though in that regard, I probably shouldn't have made an exception for today. Then again, in hindsight it would've been useful to have my Beretta or pocket knife handy if that fat fool chose to be uncooperative. For that, I blame Rivalz and his last minute chess match replacement arrangements.

"Warning- surrender now and you will have a chance to defend yourself in court! Surrender at once!" Then there was a sound, a fast, chattering rumble, and the truck swerves for a moment. "The next rounds will not miss! Surrender at once!"

A hiss, the door to the front cabin opens. No doubt they won't surrender, so trying to negotiate isn't guaranteed. There's the chance they're well armed, not that I'd be capable of overpowering them without my gun, or at least my knife. Unarmed combat isn't a feasible option since I lack sufficient strength to immediately end the engagement. Furthermore, my actions will draw unnecessary attention from the Britannian government, and the last thing I need is to be found out by Clovis or Natalie.

A figure in a light green coat walks pass, pulling off the coat to reveal a sleeveless brown, tight outfit. That confirms it, I'm stuck with terrorists. One is a crimson haired girl around my age. Hmm..? So she had a walkie-talkie of sorts on her coat? Excellent.

"Can you enter the subway through the Azabu route?" she asks loudly.

"Kallen! Let's use 'that'!" says the girl's comrade. A male voice – probably the driver.

"That would be a massacre!" says the girl. There wasn't a reply. It'd be appropriate to say she was the brains of the duo. Or group. Probably the former.

A massacre? My gaze shifts to the containment device.

So, it's a weapon then... likely a chemical weapon. I glance back to the female terrorist. Kallen? I think I've heard that name before, but where? Then again, maybe it's her alias?

The one called 'Kallen' presses a few buttons, and the metal screen opposite of the door opens.

It opens up… a red KMF, the offhand abbreviation for Knightmare Frame or simply called Knightmare by the army. The terrorist's Knightmare is specifically a Glasgow, a 'obsolete' model by the standards of the Britannian military as it is a fourth generation Knightmare and also the first mass production model, whereas the Sutherland is a fifth generation mass produced Knightmare. But a fourth generation KMF like the Glasgow is still a sufficient countermeasure to conventional forces.

Still, it's impressive for a couple of terrorists, though, the paint job… was that really necessary? I'm sure it won't go three times faster just because they painted it red.

For them to have a Knightmare, they'd need support and funding from somewhere. That's not something your average run-of-the-mill terrorist would have. Sure, they might have stolen it, but then the cost would have been their own members. But given their brazen, daytime theft… no, it's not stolen. If it were, they wouldn't be acting so recklessly.

The back of the truck opens as the Glasgow fires one of its two slash harkens. A pursuer explodes; the others scatter as the shutters open the rest of the way, with the KMF leaping out onto the road. I make a break for the shutters, but they seal shut as I reach them. Damn, it'd seem I've neglected my physical constitution a little too much.

I take a seat on a container. It wouldn't do to fall over from a swerve and knock myself out. Now that I'm seated, I take my cell phone out and flip it open... Only 'that' backup is connecting. The darkness and feel would suggest we're in the old subway system. I don't know where we're going but… it's clear they have no other option.

I close my phone and pocket it. Yes, the situation's quite clear. The army should be moving in soon… so I'll be taking this. I take the transmitter in the coat the girl left behind and pocket it; no need to waste potential assets.

Clovis' POV

Geh, what's taking them so long? With those three here, I can't give or receive orders freely… And if knowledge about her gets out… I'll be killed, Natalie and Mother disinherited.

"They haven't found them yet?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but it's taking longer than expected." says Bartley.

"Your Highness, I will oversee the operations from the field then," says Monica.

"No. There's no need. But if you wish to prepare in case of an emergency…" I suggest.

"… I'll be with the Special Envoy should you need to contact me," says Monica. She quickly strides out of the command deck before I can reply. Well, that's convenient. Maybe a little too convenient.

I sigh inwardly. The main problem is gone. Now then, time for an excuse. "We'll be commencing the planned urban renewal. Also, dispatch the Witches…"

"U-ah understood, Your Highness," stutters Bartley.

"As the third prince of the empire, I, Clovis La Britannia, order you," I stand and motion with my right hand. "Destroy the Shinjuku ghetto!"

Third Person POV

Two figures are by two trucks belonging to the Special Envoy. Specifically, Lloyd Asplund and his assistant Cecile Croomy. The rear of both trucks are half opened.

"Not there?" asks Lloyd.

"It looks like he's gone to the front line," says Cecile.

"Even though we brought the Lancelot here?"

"What should we do?"

"We steam rolled our way in here but without a Devicer..." Lloyd frowns as he dangles a gold activation key by its white strap. The key resembles a USB device with three sets of 'w' styled wings jutting outwards from the centre.

"Earl Asplund, that machine, it's called the Lancelot, correct?" Monica as she approaches.

"L-lady Kruszewski?" stammers Cecile. The assistant with hair a certain shade of blue, specifically ultramarine, pauses for a moment, seemingly reaffirming the appearance of the Knight of Twelve before continuing in a composed, clear tone, "Is there something we can do for you?"

"Yes, that's right." Lloyd blinks twice and a smile forms on his face as he turns to face Monica. The next moment, the lavender-haired scientist jumps off from his perch on the rear bumper of the borrowed trailer as he smiles. "How may I interest you, Miss Kruszewski?"

Lelouch's POV

The truck slammed into something, or maybe the driver slammed down on the breaks. Either way, it stopped. The side shutters slide open. He's not serious…

Panel… Where is it..? Wait, there isn't one? Those sparks, a malfunction? If I run, then… no. Ah, there's the panel… I stare at what appears to be a nine digit keypad panel for the spherical container. This… isn't a weapon container. It's too… simple.

A humming sound. Then, a blinding light emits from the container. I raise my arm to obstruct my field of vision. The light dies down two or three seconds later. On the ground next to the open vessel is a girl with long, green hair, bound in the typical Britannian prisoner's garment.

Their objective is her then. The container doesn't matter, I can make use of it later…. Now then, how should I proceed? Leave the girl as bait or keep her around? Then again, maybe she's a friend of that girl. A stretch, but plausible.

I make quick work of the bindings. They're not too hard compared to the stuff Sayoko's training lessons entail and it's far easier unzipping a straight-jacket from the outside rather than with one's hands bounded.

By now the army's probably in position…. I think I'll make this retrieval a lot harder than they expected. The more resources tied up and subsequently lost in the retrieval, the better the odds of my escape. I leave the girl inside the truck and continue down the subway.

As I run, I draw my phone from its place and flip it open. Upon entering the menu screen, I select the all too innocent 'set-up' page. A password lock appears, a security precaution I set-up myself that would send all incorrect inputs directly to the actual set-up page as if the whole thing was just a silly prank. Immediately, I enter the password, 'Nunnally'. Summarily, the set-up page doesn't appear, instead a… 'special' list of contacts appears on the screen, organized no differently from a normal contact page.

I highlight the one labeled 'Orange' and hit call. It's a code name for a loyal follower of mine, and previously of my mother. It rings for four seconds before connecting, enough time for him to secure privacy. "'Orange'? This is 'L'."

"'Your Highness! What seems to be the matter?"

"What is the army doing right now, and where?"

"My prince, a moment ago Prince Clovis ordered the deployment of the Witches and the destruction of the Shinjuku Ghetto."

"I see… so it's that serious?" I mutter. Does that mean...? "What are the rebel forces composed of?"

"Your highness, you don't mean to say you're—"

"Just answer the question, 'Orange'."

"Y-yes, Your Highness. One red Glasgow and… there's a Witch on their side! Geh!" Several beeps, probably belonging to damage or ejection. A split second later, I hear, "I'm ejecting. Please be careful, Your Highness."

"Yes. Very well then, please watch yourself, 'Orange'." I end the call and slide my phone back into my pocket as I approach stairs leading out of the subway. A Witch and that red Glasgow eh? Instinctively, I crouch and edge up slowly. Gunshots. A crying child. More gunshots… and footsteps? Behind me— I turn. It's that girl from the capsule. I motion to her to be quiet.

But it wasn't meant to be. My phone rings. Only one person would call at a time like this. Damn it, Shirley. I reject the call, but it's too late. The damage is already done.

A pair of rough hands grab me and slam me against the nearby wall. They release me and back away, boasting before the kill. If only that girl wasn't here. No, could it be—is she related to that girl?

There are nine Britannian soldiers present. One is their CO, and from their attire, they're not grunts. Two are restraining the girl, quite poorly at that. They're likely Clovis' retrieval squad... no, rather they're members of his royal guard. Excellent. "Tut tut tut. A Britannian student playing terrorist. I have to say though, you did well as a student, getting this far. The mark of a Britannian no doubt. But unfortunately, your life is now over."

"Really now," I scoff. Without my knife or gun, it's time to take a gamble. Will the girl act or not? I think, yes, she will. Just like that time, even if the girl in question is not the same person as the one that time, both share the distinction of pursuit by Britannian forces, with their main pursuers not being of the regular military.

Though Clovis' royal guard is a poor substitute for an Irregular squad backed by competent KMF pilots like the Knight of Twelve, the Purist faction or one of the experimental AWDs, aka Armored Witch Division.

Besides, why else would she have come after me under this kind of situation when she wasn't even conscious at the time I was present? It's too convenient, like a coincidence. But there is no such thing as a coincidence, unless it's arranged beforehand... Though it wouldn't be a coincidence then. "Then shoot. With a single shot, can you do it?"

"Of course. Now die." The officer shoots.

"Don't kill him!" The girl breaks free from their grasp and interposes herself between the bullet and myself. Oh, a shot to the head.

"I would have loved to keep her alive," says the officer. From his tone alone, one can guess why. And it's not solely due to orders. The girl's death doesn't seem to have weighted on his mind at all… therefore his orders probably didn't state she must be alive.

"The story will go like this, the royal guard found the terrorist hideout and wiped them out, however the hostage had already been tortured to death. How does that sound Mr. Student?"

I drop down to check her pulse. Hmm? One moment there is a pulse, the next there isn't. This phenomenon repeats. It's like her body can't make up its mind.

A sudden movement, her hand seizes my wrist. The world shifts into grey for an instant, then black with tendrils of blue lightning chained upon my limbs. You don't want this to end, do you? A flash of lighting like in circuitry. The world fades to white, then spirals down through a cable in a blue hive-like pattern.

You appear to have a reason for living. If you had power, you could live? White again, then a horizon between two black circles. I'll make a contract with you. In exchange for power, you must grant one wish of mine. If you enter into this contract, you will live as a human, while living unlike any other human. A different providence, a different time, a different life.

Feathers shower down and everything fades to white. Several images flash by and it's the cable again. The power of the king will isolate you. Blue becomes green, green becomes yellow, yellow to pink, and back to blue and repeat once more. If you are prepared for it.

A flash, five figures atop a temple structure in the clouds. Him. Charles Zi Britannia! "The Ragnarok Connection? The myth is beginning again?" his voice rumbles in my ears.

Let's see if this works. I scream into the strangeness, "Very well, I accept your contract!"

But… how? A surprised tone, but it's over. A failure, then, but that's fine.

The world fades back to how it was, the wall of the ghetto building behind me, and the nine members of Clovis' royal guard in front of me. With that interference out of the way, I stand up. "So, how about I correct your mistake?"

"Oh?" muses the captain of the royal guard. "Is that all you have to say?"

"How hard is it to kill a student?" I ask. It's another rhetorical question, but I don't expect a Britannian to know any better. "Or have you realized that the only people who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed?"

The captain begins to tremble, not in anger or laughter, but in fear. The fear of the unknown, like why an average student would be unfazed by death and confident of his victory. He mumbles something; his voice trembles and the words come out incoherent. Fitting for someone like him.

"Very well then, my move." I raise my hand over my left eye and sweep outward to a ninety degree angle. "Lelouch Vi Britannia commands all of you, serve me."

The nine royal guard members drop to their knees immediately and face down to the ground. "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Hahahaha," I laugh. Excellent, even if they're just mere pawns.

A/N: Well that's chapter 1. The crossover will be more apparent starting next chapter. And there's a few points I'd like to point out, in this AU crossover, Lelouch makes use of his charm/allure towards girls to his advantage (by logical conclusion the harem route is most probable). After all, to take on an empire spanning 1/3rd of the world he has to make use of everything at his disposal.

Second, I'll be taking some liberty with the witches, in terms of personality due to setting adaptation.

Third, is magic in regards to age, and the Neuori. All three points will be demonstrated in later chapters, how late is a different matter.

Also, given the presence of witches… the JLF is far more powerful than it is in canon, the same with the EU, and to the least degree, the Chinese Federation. OC/Character suggestions are welcome *due to fact that sticking too many big names (er aces) into the same area/location over a 'small' matter would be horribly inconsistent. I'm planning on enlarging their roles (and by extension the JLF's lifespan) so if there's an idea you want to pitch, I'll consider them. Note, due to the lack of a counterpart America in Code Geass, Liberion witches will be deputing under Britannia.

So then, any character (non-OC) you want to show up earlier? And that reminds me, I still need to arrange a minimal total of 4 witches on Lelouch's end (reason will be apparent next chapter) and pick out another to fill the 'terrorist' role. Suzaku will appear next chapter, maybe I shouldn't give him the Lancelot... And the 6 months ago reference will be chaptered… later. Also, no, before you ask, 'N' is technically not an OC, though OC stand-in, yes. Oh and the Death Note references aren't intentional.

I keep forgetting to say that… Lelouch's Geass is different from Canon. Also that, I won't be scripting out who's affect or not, so you'll have to base it off their actions. I will say this though, excluding the obvious ones at the end, there is already one other victim and that, it's overkill for small/simple stuffs and only works once per target.

Oh right. I'll also be using IS – Infinite Stratos… later on to supplement things. Also trying to decide whether to use Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha or Kore wa Zombie desu ka? for later purposes or to supplement things, but primarily for a solid reason for the change in regards to how magic is limited per person and by age in Strike Witches (which doesn't make much sense to me).