I'm back! I promised a story before Christmas, and here it is! It isn't SAO like I'd originally thought it would be, but I'm really in love with this anime and of course my precious Lelouch. As with all my stories, I leave out any description of the main character's appearance so you can put yourself in her place easier. If you like, you can tell me how you picture her. I'd love to know, really!
Colin: Miss author, what are you doing?
SnowyNeko: *blinks* Whatever do you mean?
Lelouch: I think she's referring to the fact that your clinging to my arm.
SnowyNeko: Does that bother you, Lulu?
Lelouch: Well-
SnowyNeko: I'm just so delighted to have you here! I look forward to working with you!
Lelouch: Uh, me too?
SnowyNeko: Oh yeah, you're here too, Colin. What did you want again?
Colin: ...Nevermind...Just remember you don't own Lelouch or the anime.
SnowyNeko: *Pouts* Thanks for ruining my mood, Colin. Oh well! I get to have Lulu here with me now!
Lelouch: I think it's time to present the story.
SnowyNeko: Okay! Without further ado, The Britannian Princess.
I veer my knightmare to the right, barely in time to avoid a direct hit. I curse and return fire. The enemy pilot, with his knightmare frame damaged beyond repair, ejects. Around me, the rebels swarm in to finish off the three remaining knightmares of the Britannian Empire.
These rebels are a fairly new terrorist group consisting of elevens (excuse me, Japanese.) When I first heard about them, I thought they'd fall in no time. Very few have stood against Britannia and survived much longer.
Regretfully, due to that assumption, I fought with the Britannian army at the beginning of this battle. This is my first time in a knightmare frame and I personally agree with the terrorists, but I thought it my duty as princess to fight for my own country, not against it if there's no chance of changing it. Also, I figured I might be able to save a couple of elev- er, Japanese, citizens if I were on the battlefield. I tried my earnest to stay out of harm's way by listening in on the terrorists' radio signals.
The Britannian military was baffled as to why they couldn't intercept the rebel communications, but I discovered it fairly easily. They use walkie-talkies, something so old the military never even considered it. All I had to do was tune into their frequency and every conversation of theirs played audibly through a dusty walkie-talkie I'd managed to dig up.
I had been using that system without telling anyone, as useful as it might've been for the military. As I was squirming around a confrontation, a new voice poured through the speaker. I was so shocked I pulled to a halt, thankfully hidden in a dark alley between two crumbling buildings. The mystery person began to instruct the one terrorist that had an old-fashioned knightmare frame.
His voice was confident and urgent, speaking of strategy rivaling that of my half sister Cornelia. From what I could tell, the terrorists seemed to be listening to him too. If it continued, I knew Clovis would have to retreat. When the voice ordered the terrorist in the outdated knightmare to the train tracks, the battle might as well have just ended. I knew exactly what the oncoming train held, and so did the mystery person, apparently.
I popped the hatch and abandoned my government knightmare then. Here was a terrorist group staring me in the face with a clever strategist and a chance at victory. If I didn't take this opportunity, I might as well stick my throat out to a pack of starving wolves and die.
I take with me my radio connecting me to the rebels and nothing else. I even swapped my royal clothes with the clothing of a nearby dead peasant. The shirt may have been soaked through with the poor innocent's blood, but the terrorists would notice more if a girl in flashy Britannian garments were to try to join their ranks. As I ran to where the train had been stopped, I clipped the walkie-talkie to the waistline of my pants and threw my hair into a sloppy ponytail. No one would be able to recognize me without a close inspection.
To sum up the rest, I slipped into the line of terrorists and claimed one of the newer knightmare frames that had been transported here in the train. They still are yet to realize there's an extra unnamed soldier among them. I just keep quiet and listen to the orders and follow as directed. The other terrorist knightmare pilots opposing Britannia fight with me without noticing I'm out of place in any way.
My squad is told to turn and shoot west in approximately thirteen seconds. With the help of this ghost commander, we gain ground at an alarming rate. Brother Clovis was never meant for harsh war like this. He's always been one of those gentler types, one of the few incorrupt descendants of the Emperor. Schneizel and Cornelia are a different story. At this point, I can see Clovis beginning to panic. He'll probably look to that crazed earl for help, and in all honesty I'm curious as to what that insane man will suggest.
All at once, a magnificent white knightmare engages my group in battle. The terrorists around me attempt to fight it, but I fall back. I've never before seen a model of that caliber. Its mere presence will be the winning move if we don't do something!
My hands fly across the control panels, retracting the gun and sinking my machine to stealth mode. My knightmare creeps along slowly, but quietly, into the shadows and away from the white weapon of destruction. The button on the walkie-talkie that would allow me communication with the rebels taunts me. Should I press it, I could warn the others of the immediate threat looming over them and possibly contribute to the defeat of Britannia in this battle. However, it would alert the terrorists to yet another suspicious figure in their midst.
Gritting my teeth, I press the button. "There's a white colored knightmare entering the field," I report. "It's one of a kind, as far as I can tell. It'll be dangerous."
One of the terrorists, whom I've designated as their leader save for the mystery voice, demands I state my name.
"Tori, sir," I inform him. My full name is Victoria vi Britannia, but they shouldn't be able to identify me by my nickname. It's better they don't know who I am. "I am a civilian who just joined in your resistance, and I'm telling you to be cautious of the new knightmare!"
The unknown voice interrupts. "Tell me everything about the knightmare you saw, down to the last detail.
So I recite its appearance, style of fighting, and how many I saw it take out. As I do, cries of defeat flow through the radio from unprepared rebel pilots. I continue with my description, only cringing.
"The thing is, sir, is that he didn't kill any of them," I tell him, only just realizing it myself. "They all escaped unharmed, although their knightmares are beyond any hope of repair."
"Thank you for the information, soldier. I look forward to meeting you after the fight."
Seeing myself dismissed, I travel around before discovering a still together group of rebels to rejoin. The fighting lasts for quite a while, Britannia winning of course. The white knightmare destroys my group more than once, forcing me to seek out others to fight alongside.
Suddenly, I hear Clovis commanding a retreat. I stare at the speaker, speechless. They were winning! Clovis isn't an idiot. Surely he can see what an advantage he has! He wouldn't pull back, unless… Could it be one of terrorists has gotten through the royal guard?
The only situation I can see Clovis ordering such a thing under is if the threat is specifically his own life. No one else seems to recognize the oddity of the military's retreat and cheer obnoxiously.
Even among the joy of the victory, something bothers me. It isn't the order Clovis gave; that can be justified logically.
It's the mystery voice, which I'm sure is also haunting the rebels as well, but probably not in the same way. It's just, I feel as if I've heard that voice before. The tone, the language, it all sets off an alarm in the back of my mind.
I don't know how it's possible, but that voice sounded vaguely familiar.
How do you like Victoria? She's one of my favorite characters I've ever written about. I get the feeling exploring her personality will be a blast! I can't wait to write the next chapter.
Till then, Kisses from SnowyNeko! :3 MEOW!