A/N: Howdee kids. This is my first work in the Code Geass universe, hopefully you folks find some fun out of reading it. It mostly follows the main story, however I've added in a character of my own creation. It adds a bit of subplot to the show as well as expands on some things that may not have been touched on enough in my opinion. Reviews are appreciated and I will indeed read each one to make sure that my writing continues to bring enjoyment to my adoring fans. . All...none of you. And I apologize for my inability to hold a conversation between characters. Enjoy.
Also, I don't own Code Geass.
France, 2018 ATB
Paris, one of the last bastions of French power. Their military had been pushed back to the city a week ago, and seemed like they planned to be there for a while. Brittanian forces had been thus far unable to route them from the city, however, today was going to be the last day of the war of attrition with the city. Schneizel had made that promise to his troops and meant to keep it. Static crackled over the communications bay, causing the blonde prince to look up and step closer as a recognizable voice came through. "A-1 in place, waiting on your orders to move in. Looks like there are only a pair of guards in front of the elevator."
A chuckle left Schneizel's lips as he leaned forward, pressing a button to let the man on the other side hear his order. "I know you abhor taking lives brother, but in finishing this mission you are saving thousands at the cost of a few. Maintain radio silence from this point until you've finished."
From the doorway of a building, a mere hundred meters from the Eiffel Tower, came the reply. "I understand, my lord. A-1 commencing." A sigh came from the young man who had answered as he disengaged the radio from his ear, dragging his fingers through his shoulder length brown hair. A small case was on the ground nearby, which he reached over to open. Inside were a multitude of tubes, as well as what looked to be a shoulder stock and the body of a rifle. In a few practiced motions the pieces came together, forming into a long range rifle. Slowly the man crouched behind a nearby car, bracing his shoulder on the frame as he lowered the small bars that would hold the barrel straight. A cigarette was lit to calm the shaking hands, inhaling deep of the fragrant smoke before he set to adjusting the sights. Finally satisfied with what he could see through the small cylinder above the body of the gun, he exhaled slowly. The two guards stood calmly talking to each other, unaware of the danger they were in. The gun moved slightly with each beat of the would-be sniper's heart. Beat, pause. Beat, pause. Beat, crack! The report of the rifle reverberated off the faces of the buildings nearby. The remaining guard smashed the button to the elevator, his eyes wide. His training screamed to get for cover. His base instincts screamed to get the hell out of there. Having only moments before seen the top of his brother's head disappear in a cloud of red mist and pink bone fragments, it was understandable that he followed the latter. The last thing he witnessed was the doors of the elevator opening with a swish.
Adarakh Li Brittania, code named A-1, vaulted over the car in his way, sprinting for the base of the tower before any more guards could be alerted. His rifle was left on the car in favor of a smaller, more portable weapon. The open elevator came closer and closer in his sights as he slowed his run, the back of the wall a dark red with the recent paint job he'd assisted with. The doors slowly tried to close, getting stuck on the body laying in the doorway and reopening. A sigh escaped him as he stepped over the guard and into the small room, almost gagging at the sight and smell. Quickly he pushed the upper half of the man he'd killed out of the elevator, swiping his ID card before the elevator doors finally slid closed. There was only one more floor, so it wasn't a gamble to press the right button. He checked his weapons on the long trip, clicking off the safety of his gun before pulling the slide back, forcing a bullet into the chamber. A pair of six inch knives rested in their sheathes strapped to his thighs, as well as a foot long machete strapped to his chest at an angle. Just in case. The pull of the elevator slowed before the large steel box shuddered to a stop. Another guard came into view as the doors moved open, managing to turn his head and widen his eyes before one of the smaller blades found its way under the strap of his helmet. A gurgle escaped as the blade dug its way between the bones of the mans jaw, split the roof of his mouth, and dug into his brain. Like a puppet with its strings cut, he collapsed.
Adarakh made his way up a set of stairs to reach the newest addition to the tower, a large cylinder with glass windows that worked as a military command post. 'This is too ea-' His thoughts were interrupted by a shout. "Halt and identify yourself!" The guards at the top of the stairs called down, their automatic weapons leveled at his frame. A response was yelled back up in a thick Russian accent as Adarakh raised his arms. "I am... Molotov Zukoski. I have an...ID card in chest pocket. I was sent to...to help! To help against Brittania!" The last word was spit out with a venom that wasn't entirely faked. He fought the urge to smirk as the two guards slowly made their way down the stairs. "Keep your hands up, we'll take the card out and check it out." Suspicion was evident in the words, but when another mortar shell hit nearby the hope was plain on their faces.
Seconds ticked by until the guards were at arms length, which is when they saw the wicked grin spread across the lips of the man they knew as "Molotov." Four eyes widened as a bird shapped sigil appeared in the iris of this supposed Russian. In less time than the guards could blink, they were dead. Anyone who'd seen what happened would have simply seen Adarakh become a blur, and the other men fall. In reality he activated his geass, and in the burst of speed that the action gave him, pulled the machete out of its sheathe and sliced it hard at their necks. As his geass turned off, he replaced the machete and stepped between the fallen guards, making his way up to the final door. The ID reader let out a soft beep as he scanned his pilfered card before the door opened, revealing only two technicians and his target. Another activation of his geass ended with the technicians dead and Adarakh face to face with General Machiavelli. "General, I'm afraid it's time."
The widened eyes of the General belied the false calm in his voice. "So, this is how your prince plans to win the fight. I can't say I'm surprised." His mocking chuckle was cut short as the machete was drawn and swung down quickly, the angle and force causing the military leader's head to drop to the floor. After another long suffering sigh, Adarakh engaged his radio. "Objective complete, my lord. I'll be waiting for pickup at the foot of the tower."
Schneizel's grin was almost audible. "Well done, little brother. Your transport will be waiting when you reach the ground. Your new orders have been decided, you'll be heading immediately to Area 11 after you reach the Avalon." The transmission cut off immediately afterwards, but the grin never left the prince's face. "My little brother who so hates war has become one of our greatest tools, how fate loves to play unfair hands." A chuckle escapes. "Send an airship to the tower, if this is any indication then we can hope that the terrorists in Area 11 will be finished just as shortly."
Japan, 2018 ATB, Same Day
On the outskirts of the Shinjuku ghetto, a young blonde man was watching his bald second in command yell at a subordinate over the radio. He let out a small sigh before speaking. "The plan has moved forward to the next phase. If knowledge of her gets out, I'll be disinherited. Tell them back home we're carrying out a planned urban renewal here. As Clovis, third prince of the empire, I command you; destroy Shinjuku ghetto. Leave no one alive!"