-The Red Comet of Britannia-
Who needs the mystical ability to compel people into your bidding with eye contact when you've been raised and trained by a blonde ladykiller with sunglasses to wage war and claim vengeance against the society that took your mother away from you? Lelouch vi Britannia that's for sure.
And that is the basic premise of this story...
Darkness...
The man saw nothing but darkness in the field beyond him.
"Am I dead?" the man floating in the vastness of empty space said to no one.
"Char..." a disembodied voice spoke out.
"Lalah!" the man tried to reach out with hands he didn't have, "Where are we?"
"We are where the minds of the fallen come to before finding peace," the fallen Newtype replied, "all of us, Earthlings, Spacenoids, Newtype and Oldtype alike."
"My fighting has come to an end," Char relaxed, "is Amuro here?"
"Not yet," the voice of the fallen lover answered, "he's speaking with your sister for the last time."
"War is truly a terrible thing," the commander of Neo Zeon shook at his words, "and I a greater terror for waging it. At least the world can be at peace now."
"Not yet..." Lalah's voice faded out, leaving Char Aznable in a state of confusion.
"What do you me-" the mobile suit pilot was cut off by a strange sensation, similar to that of blacking out.
"Char..." the woman called out once more, "there is still more you must do, not in our time, but in another where the Red Comet must shoot thru a twisted sky."
...2003 a.t.b...
EU forces had staged an attack at a small Britannian town a great distance away from the Empire's military bases. Many civilians, both noble and otherwise, were lost in this calamity, 35 year old Captain Andreas Darlton was sent by Emperor Charles zi Britannia to oversee the rescue of survivors and to investigate the possibility of a counterattack against the EU.
"Damn those European Bastards!" a man with a long scar running down his face cursed aloud, "Attacking a civilian town!? That's a new low even for them!"
"Sir!" a private called for the Captain's attention, "We've found a survivor!"
"What!?" Darlton said in disbelief, "Quickly, get him some medical attention!"
...Char's POV...
A blonde boy, no older than 15 had miraculously survived the destruction of the town. The boy was unconscious, but that was a miracle considering the present state of his surroundings.
"Ugh," the youth groaned.
"Are you alright boy?" a soldier asked with a stern expression.
"What happened?" the blonde looked at the ruins around him in confusion.
"The town was attacked by the EU," the soldier answered, "you're the only survivor."
"My God," Char gave another look at his surroundings, "where am I and who or what is the EU?"
"..." the soldier did not know what to say.
"How is he?" Colonel Darlton inquired.
"Sir!" the soldier saluted, "he can't seem to remember a thing about the town or himself."
"Damn, amnesia," Andreas cursed, "tell me boy, what is your name?"
"..." the survivor thought deeply, "just call me Char, Char Aznable."
"Sounds like a dead poet or something I can't quite seem to remember," the colonel gazed at the blonde.
"I think so too, but its the only name that I can think of so it'll have to do," the blonde admitted.
"Colonel!" another soldier yelped out before his voice was drowned out by gunfire.
"Shit!" Darlton swore as the soldier was shredded to pieces, "the EU was waiting for Britannia to conduct a rescue operation."
"Colonel," the blonde spoke calmly.
"Kid, get outta here with the medical crew, we soldiers will hold them off," the Colonel barked before rushing to his commander type Glasgow, "Men, get into formation."
Left alone, Char gave a mischievous grin to no discernible onlookers.
"I have no plans of running away," the blonde said before making a dash towards the fallen soldier's Glasgow, "and I'm more than sure of what I'm supposed to do in any situation after waking up like this."
Looking at the cockpit's design, the Red Comet concluded that it would not be too difficult to operate the machine. Of course, Char also had to make it look like he had no prior combat experience.
"I never thought that I would be expected to do terribly in battle," Char laughed it off as he closed the cockpit door.
A green blip appeared on the HUDs of the Britanians.
"What the-" Darlton said in genuine shock, "no one's supposed to be in that unit!"
"Colonel," a familiar blonde appeared on the screen.
"Kid, what're you doing?" the Colonel was less than pleased, "Get outta here!"
"My answers can only be found in the battlefield," the heir of Zeon thought.
"Sir, these men destroyed my home!" Char emulated the drive from his famous speech in Dakar, but fealt uneasy having to lie about a serious matter. "I don't even know who the hell I am."
"This is a real battle kid!" Darlton yelled over the comm channel.
"With all due respect sir," the blonde said as he took a deep breath, "I can handle myself in a fight."
Without taking another second to think, the Red Comet put the landspinners of his commandeered Glasgow to full throttle and headed straight for the thick of the enemy formation, taking note that the enemy's heavy artillery left them susceptible to close combat.
"You're going to get shot down!" one of Darlton's assistants tried reasoning with the blonde.
Skillfully evading most of the auto-cannon fire from the Panzer-Hummels such that the rounds that struck the Glasgow's frame were merely glancing blows that the Red Comet could have easily avoided, Char struck one EU Knightmare frame with the Glasgow's Stun gun at the moment that the Panzer shifted its angle, resulting in the unit uncontrollably firing in the direction of it's own allies due to damage from the electric shock. In the moments, that followed,
"Impossible!" the colonel's aide de camp voiced out, "He's letting them take each other out."
"You sure he's never been on the battlefield Colonel?" another soldier asked incredulously.
Moving to another target, Char struck the Panzer-Hummel at the factosphere sensor with one swift hit before tripping it with its left tonfa, grasping the EU machine's arm-mounted autocannon with the Glasgow's free right hand and aiming it at the remaining machines.
"Why aren't they firing?" the aide de camp questioned aloud.
"At that range," Darlton explained, not once letting his guard down, "they'll risk destroying their own ally."
With quick thinking, the blonde ran circles around his enemies, firing its own machine cannon and striking with his slash harken when able. Eventually, Char gave Darlton and his men something they believed to be unattainable.
Victory.
At Darlton's command, the Glasgows picked off the EU knightmares that were preoccupied with the abnormally agile Glasgow piloted by the Red Comet. Before long, the EU commanding officer realized that he was all that remained, before he could open the comm channels to surrender, Darlton's men blasted his unit with their remaining ammunition.
-2 hours later at the Britannian's Temporary Camp-
"All enemies down sir!" the aide de camp reported, "No survivors on the EU's end."
"That's too bad," Darlton rubbed his chin.
"Sir?" the aide replied perplexed.
"I was hoping to get answers out of them," the Colonel squinted, "like what the EU gains from attacking a quiet town like this."
"Makes you think," Darlton pondered, "where the kid learned to fight like that."
"Colonel," a familiar blonde entered the room.
"Aznable," Darlton motioned for Char to take a seat.
"..." the Red Comet studied the battle hardened veteran.
"Right now," the Colonel began before reading the combat report, "you have two options."
"Options sir?" Char wondered aloud.
"One," Andreas raised a single finger for emphasis, "we get you t the mainland and have you settled in with foster care until someone figures out what to do with you."
"And the other?" the blonde voiced with distaste for the first.
"Two," Darlton raised another finger, "you join the military because frankly, I haven't seen fighting like that since Lady Marianne joined the Knights of the Round."
"Knights of the Round?" Char scoffed mentally, "While intimidating, it sounds far too childish for me to take seriously at the moment, I'll read on them later."
"Kid?" the Colonel snapped his fingers.
"Sir!" the blonde straightened his back in attention.
"At least you space out like kids do," Darlton sighed, "you need more time to think?"
"Not at all Colonel," Char answered with a smile.
"Hm? So what'll it be?" the Colonel covered the grin that formed in his mouth.
"I believe you know my answer to that," the blonde smiled.
"Let me be the first to welcome you," Darlton stretched his hand, "to the Britannian Military."
"Glad to be here sir," the Red Comet accepted the man's gesture.
And so begins the tale of The Red Comet of Britannia.