"The year 2025. The inevitable division of the Holy Empire of Britannia is still fresh under the benevolent rule of her Royal Highness, Empress Nunnally Vi Britannia. Reduced to the social dominion of the once great Chinese Federation, Britannia had been forced into armistice with their once diminished adversaries. All to the contrary, peace had indeed become flourished throughout all Nations and Colonies. Political and philosophical viewpoints and discussions could –and had- been shared and debated at a single table. After the passing of what was now called 'The Zero Hour' or 'The Zero Requiem', what was left after the rained blood shed by the Demon Emperor Lelouch Vi Britannia had been sown back together with hands of those that once struck and blamed the other.
"Organizations had been formed and orchestrated to provide those Nations and Colonies that had been severally damaged by the rise, fall, and splitting of the Empire of Britannia ample enough supplies and stimulus to give them a wider independence and horizon. However, many of those that are seated in positions of high society and even those of civilian status are wry of Empress Nunnally and her appointed right hand. The once great revolutionary leader, known only as Zero, who had taken up a blade against the Empire of Britannia and had at one point used the blade to end the life of the previous Emperor, Lelouch, was now the Empress's personal knight.
"The date of 'The Zero Hour' has dawned; and in celebration of the starting of the budding new world, world leaders have organized for Knightmare pilots hand picked by individual province leaders to participate in a world wide tournament. After 'The Zero Hour', war had become stagnated to a degree and as such Knightmares built for combat were rarely used. Seeing this as a drop in economic gain, mass prediction had once again resumed for the use of mock battles and celebratory entertainment. It was on the anniversary of 'The Zero Hour', however, that Knightmares and their pilots were used for more potent use. Political might, and proof of superiority…"
The green strands of the witch's hair cascaded in the stirring summer wind of the Britannian day. Her eyes, empty yet holding years of experience, looked to the gathering assembly in the city below. Flags of many nations and sovereign organizations wavered proudly high in the sky. She was none to impressed as her porcine like hand graced her smooth cheek. "Superiority... By what name do we now call the boasting through tyranny?"
I aim this to be deep and epic by all means. This will be a fun ride; this will be an exciting, action pack, feverish story. The M rating on the story should be an indication of how deep this may and will be. There will be no limit to how action packed, thought provoking, or torrid I aim this too be… But also funny; because what's a story without a few laughs?
I'll see you later.
-Overlord