Author's Note: Greetings, everyone! I got bored, and decided I'd try something new for a change. After watching Code Geass, I noticed that despite getting almost no character development and getting killed off almost immediately, Monica Kruszewski has a rather large fan following. So I decided I'd write a fic about her for fun.
Disclaimer: Yabbada yabbada, Code Geass is not mine. Yabbada yabbada penguin.
Note: Set during and after R2.
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Like hundreds of metal birds, the Knightmare Frames flew upon their mission of destruction. The combined forces of the leftover Knights of the Round were descending upon Pendragon, intent upon their mission of deposing Lelouch vi Britannia.
"Alright. We will approach Pendragon from the West. Our first goal is to land at a facility a kilometer outside of the city, and recover the confiscated Knightmares of Knights of Twelve and Four. Once we have recovered the Lamorak and the Lionel, we will proceed to enter the city. Knight of Three, Gino Weinberg, will lead the assault on the palace from the main entrance alongside The Knight of Twelve. I personally will lead our remaining Vincent Wards in an aerial assault on the palace, reinforced by Knight of Four, Dorothea Ernst." Bismark's ringing voice echoed over the communication channel, bringing Monica snapping back to the present.
"Yes, sir!" Monica joined in saying along with the rest of the pilots.
"We swore our absolute loyalty to Charles zi Britannia. We'll never recognize this damned usurper!" Bismark continued, Dorothea joining into his speech this time.
Suddenly, Dorothea's voice came over the communication channel.
"Huh? An interceptor! But there's only one of them…" She trailed off.
Sure enough, a large white form rose from the facility outside of Pendragon, extending large green wings. Then, as soon as it appeared, it suddenly launched itself at Dorothea and the vanguard.
"I can't track it! Look out!" Dorothea warned. Seconds later, a bolt of green suddenly tore through her Vincent Ward. Her screams of surprise and pain were the last things that sounded over the communication channel.
The Galahad was sent on the run as the Lancelot Albion appeared overhead, raining down a storm of missiles upon the rest of the forces. In seconds, hundreds of Knightmares were obliterated, taking their pilots lives with them.
"This is the power of a ninth-generation Knightmare frame?" Monica gasped in shock. Suddenly, the Albion appeared directly in front of her, its VARIS cannon already trained directly at her. "SUZAKU KURURU-" Monica began to curse in surprise, but was cut off.
The VARIS fired, and a storm of blue and red light was all she could see.
She vaguely felt pain as the flames licking at her skin, and the sensation of falling through cool air as her Vincent Ward's cockpit, blasted free entirely from the rest of her Knightmare, fell toward the ground far below, spitting flames as it dropped hundreds of feet.
"Damn… it… He killed me… so easily…" Monica gasped.
And with a sickening crunch and a jarring impact, Monica dropped into unconsciousness.
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Footsteps. The sound of metal being scraped across the ground. A cry of surprise. The vague sensation of being picked up and placed onto something. The thing beneath her was so comfortable. The sound of a weak groan. Was that her voice? She felt so far away.
Darkness.
The next thing she knew was the sound of beeping and movement. Monica could hear a conversation all around her, but she couldn't pick out the words. It was as if she was at the end of a tunnel hearing voices echoing from deep inside.
Darkness.
She couldn't see anything, although she could still hear faint shuffling and the ever-present beeping.
Light.
Monica opened her eyes, and found herself lying on a bed in a wooden room. She sat up, but immediately regretted this, as pain racked her entire body. Clearly, she'd suffered severe injuries, she mused.
The room was mostly empty, except for the bed she sat on and the medical equipment she was hooked up to. Across the room was a tall man with dark hair wearing a white coat. He seemed to be placing things into a cabinet, things Monica quickly identified as articles of clothing.
The door opened, causing more light to stream into the room. Monica blinked repeatedly, unable to stand the brightness.
A woman's voice echoed through the room. "Has she woken or moved yet, Jethro?" The large man turned to a small woman in blue standing at the door. "Not that I can tell, Sandra." The man responded, shaking his head. "It's a miracle she survived that fall. She was badly beaten about in the crash, I'm afraid. She's in no danger of dying, since we fixed the damage the fall did to her bone structure, but I'd venture to say she's still in a lot of pain."
"What a shame. I haven't been able to discover who she is yet either." The woman said sadly. "And that man who claims to be her friend is still pestering me about letting him see her. I asked him who she was, but he said she wouldn't want her name given out. I tell you, I don't trust that man. On top of that, she's in no condition to have visitors right now anyway." The woman, Sandra, said, exasperation in her voice.
"I see. Well, I'll tell you if she s-" The man began, turning around, but stopped as he saw Monica looking up at him. "Blimey, she's awake, Sandra!" The man, Jethro, said, smiling and walking over, his height causing him to loom over the infirm pilot. "Can you speak, miss?" Jethro asked.
Monica opened her mouth, and as she did so realized that it was extremely dry. She spoke as best she could, her hoarse voice cracking as she did so.
"Water." Was all that came out. Jethro nodded, and turned. "Sandra, the miss here says she's thirsty. Could you go get her a drink?" The man said. Sandra nodded and left the room, quickly returning with a large glass of water. Monica tried to reach up and accept it, but found that she could scarcely move without a bolt of pain ripping through her. She gasped slightly in pain, and Jethro, realizing the state she was in, took the glass of water and lowered it gently to Monica's lips. Monica gave a slight nod of thanks, and drank up the water thirstily.
"So miss, who are you?" Jethro asked.
Thoughts rushed through Monica's head. "They said there was a man looking to meet me, but he wouldn't say who I was. Who would do that? Gino? Bismark?" Monica wondered. "But why wouldn't they say my name? Maybe they wanted to protect me from the new emperor? Yes… This is the medical building of the facility where they're keeping the Lamorak. I recognize it now. That means these people serve Lelouch. So that explains why they wouldn't say my name. But wouldn't they be recognized? Unless, of course, they're disguised… Damn. I'm still no closer to finding out who's trying to contact me. And I can't reveal who I am to these people. I guess I need to try and arrange a private meeting between myself and this mysterious friend, without divulging anything." Monica suppressed a grin as she thought up an adequate plan. Instead, she faked a very accurate look of panic, and said nothing.
"What is it, miss?" Jethro asked, slight worry in his voice this time. Monica still said nothing. "Miss?"
"No, no, no! It's no use!" She said. The panic she faked seemed to be working.
"What's wrong? What's no use?" Jethro asked.
"I… I can't remember anything at all." Monica said fearfully.
"You've lost your memory? A shame, but not entirely unexpected. Don't worry, miss. I'm sure you'll remember soon enough. For now, just rest." Jethro said. He motioned to Sandra and both of them left. "We'll come check on you regularly to make sure you're doing alright. Next to your hand are some controls. If you need anything, just press the big blue button that says "Call." You can adjust the position of your bed by pushing the other buttons, and you can turn on that television across the room by pressing the buttons on the remote here." Jethro instructed. Monica nodded feebly, but then let a look of confusion spread across her face.
"What's a television?" She asked.
"Oh, silly me! The television is that big box over there. You can playback some images and sounds on it, like the news, which is what's going on in the world today." Jethro walked back over and demonstrated the television's functions and how to use the remote to Monica. After he was done, he quickly left, closing the door behind him.
"I guess now I just have to wait." Monica muttered to herself.
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Author's Note: So, how'd you like chapter one? Read and review, folks, and keep your eyes open for chapter two! Have a nice day!