Hello and Welcome my fellow readers and writers! I have returned to you with a new story! This time a Code Geass one set around an AU of the story wherein the European Union has instead been replaced by the Empire of Europia which competes with Britannia monarchial dominance of the world. The following states make up the Europian Empire.
-The Grand Duchy of Britain
-The Barony of Scotland
-The Barony of Wales
-The Principality of Ireland
-The Kingdom of Belgium
-The Archduchy of Holland
-The Empire of France
-The Kingdom of Spain
-The Grand Duchy of Portugal
-The Principality of Gibraltar
-The Grand Duchy of Luxembourg
-The Kingdom of Italy
-The Empire of Germany
-The Electorate of Austria (Encompasses Czechoslovakia)
-The Duchy of Hungary
-The Kingdom of Denmark
-The Grand Duchy of Norway
-The Kingdom of Sweden
-The Electorate of Finland
-The Duchy of Poland
-The Kingdom of Yugoslavia
-The Grand Duchy of Romania (Includes Bulgaria)
-The Kingdom of Greece
-The Baltic Union
-The Electorate of Belarus
-The Grand Duchy of Ukraine
-The Empire of Russia
Okay so as of this RP, it begins at the same time as Akito the Exiled is in when it starts, the state of Euro-Britannia has formed in Siberia as of the Britannian Invasion of the Russian Empire. Head of Europia is the French Emperor, Louis Napoleon IV, and I shall describe more of how Europia is run. The Emperor changes between the Emperor of France, Germany, and Russia so after the French Emperor dies or is dethroned, it will be the German Emperor and then Russian and then repeat. Europia is in a state wherein the State forces of each state actually work well together instead of being loathed to work with each other. Now this is Akito and Leila's story in their journey traversing the waters of this European Empire.
Now as of this point, the Russian Empire is holding fast in the East thanks to the efforts of a combined European force and a certain special unit, but how long can it do so for.
Also another distinct change, Lady Marianne was never assassinated in this timeline, however Nunnally was, now you may ask "What happened to V.V. and C.C. then? What about the whole Geass thing?" well you'll just have to follow the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass
HIMLvE: When I met him, my heart throbbed for his, yet my mind fermented ideas of revolution. Many believe that it is in that moment when I met Akito, that my entire plan to eventually become Empress of Europe panned out before me, and I will say now. That is only partially true, to a degree.
AD: To a degree, Your Majesty?
HIMLvE: Oh please Alice, call me Leila. But, back to the point, yes my plan fermented in that moment of meeting, as did his own, but there were other events that were key to my realization of my plan.
AD: Such as?
HIMLvE: Well there is one memory that has stuck with me through all these years. It was approximately two years after the Euro-Britannian's captured the British Isles and just a month after Operation Overlord, the attempt to recapture the islands for Europia. The Wyvern Division participated in Operation Overlord, with Field Marshal Barry himself piloting a Knightmare when we ran into resistance from the Black Knights, the Britannian Army Group lead by Prince-Marshal Lelouch vi Britannia himself. During the battle, there was an incident.
AD: An incident, of what kind?
HIMLvE: Yes, the two Marshal's engaged in combat with their Knightmare's in the town of Henley-on-Thames, and during the combat, something happened. There was a church in the center of the town, and in were packed the women, children, and elderly of the village whom were taking shelter. During his efforts to defeat Prince Lelouch, Marshal Barry, opened fire with his Tiger's eighty-eight milimeter assault gun, believing his opponents landspinners to have stuck, but they were not. The Prince darted away and the shell smashed through the church tower.
AD: My god. And that must have been especially traumatizing for the Marshal, as I understand it, he was born and raised in the London area. [Turns to Audience in the Studio] For those unaware, His Grace, Baron Robert Barry, was born in the Grand Duchy of Britain approximately thirty-one years before the starting of the Great War between Britannia and Europia. He joined the English Royal Army at the age of seventeen and reached the rank of European General Marshal by age twenty-four. He served in North Africa, Poland, the Ukraine, and the British Isles. He was the tenth soldier ever to receive the Star of Europia medal, awarded to him by Emperor Louis Napoleon IV.
HIMLvE: Yes, Robert was a good friend to both Akito and myself, for even the Wyvern unit was enlarged into a Special Division and placed under his command, he still allowed me to continue my regular duties as Commander without interfering much. And I remember, one time, Ayano and Ryo got into a fight, and he walked in, separated them and managed to get them to shake hands and makeup, I can't remember anytime I was able to do that.
[Just then, His Imperial Majesty Akito von Europia, enters the studio and walks out onto the stage to large amount of cheers as he waves to them. He takes the seat next to Leila and leans down to plant a kiss on her cheek. Her Majesty turns to hide a blush.]
AD: I must say, this is quite a surprise Your Majesty. From what your office told me, you would be unable to attend this broadcast with Her Majesty.
HIMAvE: I can always make time for my subjects. [He turns and clasps Leila's right hand in his left hand.] And the woman I love. [Leila leans in to whisper in his ear.] Ah Britain and Robert.
AD: Yes Your Majesty, we have just heard of what happened in Henley-on-Thames involving the duel between His Grace, Marshal Barry, and Prince-Marshal Lelouch vi Britannia.
HIMAvE: About a month after the failure of Operation Overlord, Leila and I were called to the Marshal's office in Weisswolf Castle, and we found him with an unopened bottle of whiskey on his desk. He apparently was too far gone to even be drunk. He spoke to us and said these words "For what I have done, there is no forgiveness. For what we have all done, and shall continue to do, or what we plan to do, we can neither forgive nor forget." Then he took a swig of the whiskey and turned to face us looking us both in the eye as he spoke to us for the last time. He said only one thing to us. "In the end, the devil's due us all I'd say." Then he planted the barrel of his service pistol to his head and blew his own brains out.
[There are a number of gasps from the crowd as that information is digested.]
Their Imperial Majesties Akito and Leila von Europia, Emperor and Empress of the Europian Empire Together: And...he was right.
[Excerpt from "An Interview with the Crown" by Alice Dovely, Revolutionary Year 260]
Siege of Tobruk
March 22nd, Revolutionary Year 228
Tobruk, Italian Colony of Libya
32nd Infantry Regiment, IX Corpus Armata, Armata d'Africa
"Continuate a sparare!" No one knew who gave the call to keep firing back at the Britannian's, but no one cared. The soldiers of the IX Corpus Armata of the Italian Armata d'Africa, had been under seige at Tobruk for a week now with no sign that the Britannian's were going to let up. Thus at this point, an order to keep firing would get lost in a sea of similar commands, as well as the constant thunder of cannon and rifle.
On March 15th, the first Britannian heavy artillery began to shell the defenders of Tobruk, whom had been pushed back in a shameful string of defeats from Benghazi a mere two weeks before. Britannian aircraft and warships had kept the European High Command from being able to resupply the exhausted Italian forces, and the elite German Afrika Korps was in use combating the Britannians in Egypt, as British forces had already lost twenty percent of the English Colony within three days. The French Foreign Legion and Spanish Army of Africa were busy securing Algeria and Morocco respectively. So, the Italian's were essentially stranded at Tobruk with little to no hope of relief or resupply, yet they still did not yeild an inch. Despite a week of battle and numerous attempts, the Britannian's had yet to breach the city, though for how much longer they could continue this winning streak, no one could tell.
Such as now, the 32nd Infantry Regiment on the South-Eastern city outskirts, was a crucial part of the defensive line holding the city, though it was a wonder they held this long. Three hundred and fifty men, three forty milimeter field guns, and two Panzer-Hummel's were all they had to secure a line three miles long. And still they had done it somehow, but for how long would their luck last.
Around midday, someone spotted something approaching in the distance that was kicking up a sandstorm something terrible. It could be one or both of two things; Knightmare's or Tanks. Tanks would have been heard before they were seen and were far too slow to be what was now approaching them. That meant one thing, and indeed someone cried out the name of this one possibility. "KNIGHTMARE'S!"
Immediately, the three gun crews and the pilots of the two Panzer-Hummel's swung into action to counter this threat. The infantry were good for handling every short of Knightmare's, but when faced with them, they preferred to let the field guns and European Knightmare's take over the job. One gun crew, lead by Captain Pedro Alvarri, was the first to begin sighting targets.
"Nemico avvistato, bersaglio si avvicina velocemente." Captain Alvarri was observing the incoming Sutherland with keen eyes as his crew worked at the pace of the devil. "Caricare un guscio perforante." The shell was loaded and target sighted. "Fuoco." A loud 'BOOM' as the forty milimeter field gun let off a high-speed shell that was sent racing towards the oncoming Knightmare.
Captain Alvarri whooped with joy as he watched the Sutherland take a direct hit, and then tumble down into the sand. The shell had slammed straight through the cockpit so it was understandable that the pilot did not eject.
The other two guns and the Panzer-Hummel's had similar success and afterwards, the wrecks of five Sutherland's were strewn across the desert plane. Their hype was short-lived however, as a new contact entered their field of view, this one even faster than before as it zipped this way and that across the battlefield. All the crews could see was a white blur as they unloaded shell after shell in an effort to bring down this new target, to no avvail. In the end, this new contact reached their lines and began to wreak havoc upon the Italian troops, slashing through both Panzer-Hummel's within minutes and then doing likewise to the field guns. Several further Britannian Sutherland's with accompanying Troop Carriers moved in on the break in the European lines.
In the aftermath of the skirmish, half-an hour later, Captain Alvarri looked up at the face of the Knightmare that had wrecked his entire regiment in under an hour, something no other Britannian unit had been able to do for a week. It was all white with some gold here and there, but the face resembled the face-guards of European Knight's of old, which puzzled Pedro in his dying moments. If the Britannian's hated Europia so much, why copy their history. None of that mattered much for him as a Britannian officer stepped among the rubble, spotted his greenish-grey uniform still slightly heaving with his breath, and drew his pistol. "Say goodnight, European dog." And then he fired.
Siege of Tobruk
G-1 Command Module Z-701
Royal Britannian First African Army Corps
"Your Highness! A breakthrough on the South-Eastern Front forged by Sir Kururugi! We have troops moving to break into the gap as we speak!" Lieutenant Simmons reported to his liege-lord whom sat in the command chair on the bridge of the lead G-1 situated to the rear of the Britannian Army Corps beseiging Tobruk. No one turned away from their station to acknowledge their liege-lord, though any protocol advisor in Pendragon would have had them hung for such, for that same man had multiple times chastized them for doing so.
The commander of this siege, as well as all Britannian forces in Africa, brushed a black bang away from his vibrant amythest orbs and bore a smirk upon his face as he took in this news. His voice came forth smooth as silk and could easily be mistaken for that of an angel, but carrying the weight of the crown behind it. "Excellent Lieutenant, relay orders to establish a holding ground there and divert the twenty-fourth Knight Armored Division's forces to break into the city through that gap before it can be plugged. I estimate we have approximately thirteen minutes before the European's will be able to properly mount a counteroffensive." He received a quick call of "Yes Your Highness" before he turned to another matter.
The tall blue-haired man next to the command chair leaned down and whispered in the commander's ear. "Your Highness, Prince Lelouch, I feel the need to ask whether or not you will be deploying yourself into the fray at any point of the proceedings?"
The face of Prince-Lieutenant General Lelouch vi Britannia, Eleventh Prince of the Realm, and bearing a bored expression, gazed back up at him. The Prince appeared to be in though for a moment before shaking his head and giving an exasperated sigh. "No Jeremiah, I don't believe I shall so you can rest easy. Though, I know for all I say that you do not." He smirked wryly up at him with a bemused expression. "Never do take a break do you Jeremiah." Sir Gottwald looked back at his charge with a similarly bemused look upon his features.
"What sort of guard would I be if I did so Your Highness." Then his expression turned serious. "Do you believe we shall catch sight of this special unit the European's have been deploying and which has been giving our Euro-Britannian comrades such trouble in Siberia?" Lelouch nodded his head as he brought up a three-dimensional map from his armrest. He highlight four points on the map.
"If they do make an appearance, four targets would appeal to their skill set. There is my command post obviously, then Suzaku in his Lancelot, those are the easily noticed ones. The others are our main supply post behind our lines keeping our heavy artillery supplied to continue the land-based bombardment on the large, and the H.M.S. Galloway, our Supercarrier that leads the blockade. Take out the bombardment and the Italian's might hold out long enough for either the Afrika Korps or the Foreign Legion to divert troops to relieve them. Take out the carrier and the European's could safely evacuate the entire IX Corpus Armata to Malta. I don't believe they will target myself or Suzaku, we're too high risk for their taste." After serving Prince Lelouch for so long, Jeremiah was no longer shocked by the intelligence displayed by the young man, whom was at this point only seventeen years old and already a Lieutenant General with three years military service under his belt.
Lelouch was stroking his chin in deep thought as he observed the map. If I was the European High Command, a rather competent institution, I wouldn't use the elite special unit to relieve the siege. No, I would have them hit the carrier, the German's and the French have a Joint-Battle Squadron at Nice that could decimate our blockade forces should the Galloway be lost. So let us observe this special unit wreak havoc upon the Britannian Navy.
And His Imperial Highness was indeed right as to this special units choice of targets.
Siege of Tobruk
Sunrise Chariot Transport
Akito breathed slowly as he prepared himself for the coming battle in the best way he could, by remembering what it was he was fighting for. He pulled a locket from his pocket and flipped it open to reveal a picture of an oriental man with long blue hair, which caused Akito's heart to fill with blistering fury. It was a picture of his elder brother Shin Hyuga, whom had slaughtered their entire family and then allowed himself to be adopted by a Euro-Britannian noble family, though Akito did not care for which one it was. All he cared for in regards to Shin was getting answers out of him and then killing him. Of course finding him was also a big part of it.
He turned the locket over and opened the other half to reveal a picture of a young girl with long flowing blonde-hair, creamy skin and stunning violet eyes, smiling back up at him. This brought a smile to his own face as he looked back into the features of the one his heart desired most. Leila Malcal, born a Euro-Britannian by the noble name of Leila Breisgau, also Commander of the same unit he happened to be part of, at least as of the Narva Operation three months ago.
Akito was shaken out of his thought's by the rumble of the Sunrise Chariot as his pod detached from the rocket and began its descent towards the world below. He got ready inside of his Alexander to drop onto their intended target.
The Wyvern Unit's four ace pilots, Akito, Ryo, Yukiya, and Ayano, were assigned to be the saviors to the Italian Armata d'Africa by eliminating the Britannian blockade. Utilizing their Sunrise Chariot rocket transport system, which allows the Unit to deploy anywhere in the world, they would deploy these four directly to the deck of the Britannian Supercarrier, H.M.S. Galloway whereupon they would wreak havoc across the ship. With the loss of their flagship, the Britannian naval forces would be thrown into dissaray and become easy prey for the S.M.S. Bismarck, the German Battleship in charge of the combined naval forces at Nice. The warship as well as a contingent of other German and Italian heavy caliber warships were waiting near Malta and would set sail once the Carrier was destroyed.
The overall goal was not to continue the African campaign in Libya but to evacuate the Italian forces first to Malta and then to Sicily so they could join Hungarian, Italian, and Austrian troops amassing to retake Libya. The campaign strategy was for the Franco-Spanish forces to close in on Libya from the West and the Anglo-German forces from the East. If the Royal Britannian First African Army was captured in Libya, their other forces would fall in a similarily quick fashion. But, to do that they needed to get the Armata d'Africa out of Libya first.
Akito braced himself as his Alexander was released from its moorings and soared down towards the Britannian fleet below. He gazed out at his intended target, the massive Supercarrier below, and he smirked. Here we go.
In the Next Chapter, we shall see the Alexander's tear apart a Britannian Aircraft Carrier
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