Code Geass - Lelouch of the Rebellion/Code Geass - Hangyaku no Lelouch: Lost Soldiers

by: Ominae

Rating: T

NOTE:

All character of Code Geass are under the copyright of Goro Taniguchi, Sunrise, CLAMP and Bandai Entertainment. All other characters are under my jurisdiction.

Summary:

The ex-COSMOS soldiers, now led by a sane Marc Yu, plot to wreck havoc on the Britannian Empire in a bid to win the country's freedom. Meanwhile, Lelouch acquires a new power from an unknown person. What happens when these two forces meet? Stay tune to this chapter to find out.

Chapter 2: Knightmarejack


Briefing Room, Covert Base, somewhere near Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


Marc spoke to the seven people inside the briefing room, all waiting for him when he had entered.

"All right. First things first, I hope you guys don't mind I do a little roll call even though we're only a few."

No one had objected to Marc's decision. After all, he had been the group's leader since he was ranked Staff Sergeant during their Britannian Army days.

"Sergeant Rai Sumeragi."

"Here, sir!"

Marc spotted the white-haired boy, aged 17 standing near him. He nodded after Rai had acknowledged himself.

"Sergeant Ken Kozuki."

"Here, sir!"

The red-haired teen, with the same age as Rai, stood at attention next to him.

"Corporal Jean Lamperouge."

"Here, sir!"

A brown-haired youth, aged 18, was seated down in one of the swiveling chairs near the conference table.

"Corporal Yi-So Hyun."

"Here, sir!"

Marc had noticed how the Korean girl, aged 17, snapped into attention and gave him the two-finger salute. She also looked neat, especially with her ponytailed black hair.

"Lance Corporal Henri Bouchard."

"Here, sir!"

The 17-year old blonde Swiss-Frenchman saluted Marc with a two-finger salute too in acknowledgment.

"Say..." Marc went to look around the room. "I only count six of us, including me." He blinked his eyes twice. "I swore I saw seven of us altogether."

"You probably were quite sleepy to start with."

Startled, Marc turned around to see three persons enter the conference room, all of them wearing their Britannian uniforms except for their headgear. Two of them had Caucasian looks with another having brown complexion.

"Lance Corporal Michael Forest reporting in for duty!"

Michael gave a crisp salute upon entering the room, the auburn-haired teen of 18 grinning at Marc. Somehow, the Eurasian had the urge to beat down the Britannian COSMOS soldier.

"Corporal Domingo Sanchez reporting in for duty!"

The 17-year old Spanish-speaking COSMOS trooper of Panama greeted his squad leader, in attention and with a formal salute.

"Sergeant Michelle Fraser reporting in for duty!"

The 18-year old brown-haired Irish woman saluted Marc formally after she closed the doors of the room.

"Nice to see you all again." Marc saluted the new arrivals. "Though it's been a long while that we've been together ever since the Second Pacific War."

"No need to be sentimental now." Michelle grinned before she scratched her short hair.

"Oui, oui." Henri chuckled. "Now that you got all here after some time to get our little group reorganized, I suppose that we have a job to do?"

Marc nodded. "We recently got into contact with a guerrilla cell located near the Tokyo Settlement. So far, I haven't got the faintest idea on what they want."

"I answered the radio transmission." Rai spoke next. "The call was from a group called the National Resistance Army."

"The NRA?" Michael asked.

Rai nodded. "Yeah. The very group founded by a Britannian-Japanese named Naoto Kozuki."

"Nii-san." Ken whispered. Rai placed a hand on his left shoulder.

"Ken's big bro." Rai further explained. "Got killed a few years ago during a Britannian SAS operation to eliminate the NRA."

"Putting all the memory lane stuff aside," Yi went to ask her comrades. "what does the NRA want?"

"They want our assistance to help them snatch some Britannian poison gas or something." Rai replied.

The others stared at Rai, waiting to see if he had anything else to say. "At least that's what I've been told."

"All right." Marc told the assembled group. "Let's go and put on our best costumes and greet them."

As the others left the room, Marc approached Rai and patted him on his left shoulder. "Thanks for waking me up. Otherwise, I would've slept all day long."

"No problem..." Rai was startled.

"Only thing we need to do is our pick out our costumes for the day."

"Right."

"One more thing. We're not in the army anymore, so we don't need to pull off rank with each other. Go and tell the others."


Outside Sogo Gymnasium, Edogawa Ghetto, near Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


A Freightliner Cascadia semi-trailer truck was parked near the abandoned and dilapidated Sogo Gymnasium, guarded by three individuals. Out of the three, two of them were in their late 20s with one in her late teens.

"You sure this is the right thing to do?" One of the men asked. The black-haired man wore a white shirt, JGSDF Flecktarn Type II pants and black combat boots. JGSDF Flectarn Type II web gear was strapped on his chest over his shirt, with the exception of its standard backpack removed.

"I'm sure, Nagata." The other man replied, who wore a brown bomber jacket with a yellow emblem that resembled the Star of David. He also had a yellow shirt, gray military-style pants and black combat boots also like Nagata. "I mean, these are the guys that all the resistance groups throughout Japan are talking about. The legendary anti-Britannian squad that we've heard about ever since the Second Pacific War."

"I hope you're right, Ougi." Nagata saw Kaname Ougi play around with the red headband on his head, gripping the IZHMASH AKMS' sling on his right shoulder. Nagata had his AKMS slinged on his neck.

"How are we suppose to meet them, Ougi?" A young 17-year old girl sporting red semi-messy hair with a red headband on his head like Ougi. She only wore a red and brown suit with red stockings covering most of her legs. Her boots were seemingly worn under her red stockings with white sleeves that covered her arms. "Did they leave some message or something?"

"I have no idea, Kallen." Ougi sighed.

"No need to wait."

"W-who's there?!" Kallen shouted, looking around when she heard the voice before she took aim with the IZHMASH AKMS that she had ported on her hands without any trouble; Kallen had been previously trained with the said weapon. The red-haired girl was careful that the sling on her left shoulder was not getting in her way of potentially firing the Russian-made weapon.

They had the power of Russian-made assault rifles, which meant the power of the people were within Kallen and Nagata as their index fingers were about to squeeze the triggers of their rifles...

"Relax. No need to shoot."

Nine figures emerged from the dilapidated gymnasium, all wearing Britannian Army uniforms and armed with Britannian-made assault rifles slinged on their shoulders. Even the standard respirators and goggles were also worn.

"Hold it!" Ougi motioned to Nagata and Kallen to lower their weapons, recognizing who the figures were. "It's them!"

"W-what?" Nagata was startled to see the Britannian soldiers had emblems on their body armor, which were national flags of various countries painted on them.

"A...Japanese among them?" Kallen whispered, seeing one of the Britannian soldiers had a Japanese flag on his chest. What even startled her was that two of the soldiers had the 13-stars flag supposedly used in the attempted American Revolt back in the day. But...how?

"It's the Lost Soldiers." Nagata faced Ougi, who chuckled after seeing them emerge out of the building. "You were right, Ougi."

"I apologize for spooking you." Marc spoke to the three, who had the Philippine flag on his body armor. "We had to carefully ensure to the public that we're from the army."

"I understand." Ougi nodded and shook hands with Marc. "I take it that you agree to help us."

"Of course." Marc nodded. "It's only fair that we help the NRA, like we did so to other anti-occupation guerrillas during the war."

"Besides." Henri patted the rifle slinged on his shoulder. "There's nothing that the M-13 rifle can't do."

Nagata and Kallen exchanged high fives the moment after Marc had agreed to Ougi's request.

"Um..." Kallen couldn't help, but grin due to her excitement. "So what now?"

"Your mission is to snatch this so-called poison gas canister right?" Henri asked the NRA guerrillas. "Do you have some photos that we can look at?"

Nagata handed Henri a photo of the said canister. Marc motioned to his comrades to come and look at the photo Nagata handed to them.

"Whoa..." Domingo whispered, seeing that the canister is a huge pod that has spikes and wires protruding all over it. It was on some sort of slab underneath the pod.

"How'd you get this?" Yi asked Ougi.

"We have an informant in the army." Ougi answered. "He works with transportation mostly."

"Location?" Michelle asked Ougi next.

"We've got word that it's based at a hidden lab in one of the hospitals at the Settlement."

"It'll be tough though." Kallen advised the Lost Soldiers. "Since whoever had the pod's using the hospital as cover from the police and army, we don't want to get civilians in the way."

"I understand." Marc understood Kallen's concerns. "Just tell us which hospital it is and we can take care of the rest." He did a hitchhiker's thumbs to point out his crew from his rear.

"All right." Ougi said, who motioned Nagata and Kallen to him.

"Hey..." Rai whispered to Marc. "With them on the way, how are we suppose to do that other mission?"

"You mean the other mission that has something to do with the Britannian military's new Knightmare?"

"Yeah." Rai nodded. "The Club."

"Don't worry." Marc grinned underneath his goggles and respirators. "We can take care of that. But there's one thing?"

"What?"

"We need to decide who's going to play CO19 and SAS for the day."


Loading Dock, Tokyo Settlement General Hospital, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


"What's happening now?"

One of the orderlies, who was in his late 30s and brown-haired man, saw two people wearing light blue caps and gowns carting away the said pod Marc and the others had seen; the trailer's left side door was open just to accommodate the pod's loading. The Cascadia semi-trailer had been parked at approximately 12 noon.

"Who knows?" shrugged another orderly, who happens to be bald. "Their papers were in order, so we can't say anything else." I thought I saw something kneeling inside. I must be getting hungry for lunch.

"Really?" The two porters had then sealed the trailer before one of them had entered the semi-trailer's cab to turn on the engine and close the trailer's door.

"Yeah. Blame the military is all I can say."

A BMW 530i bearing insignia and decals of the Britannian Metropolitan Police Force's Specialist Firearms Command or CO19 was seen outside the loading dock, being the first to drive off from the hospital grounds followed by the semi-trailer.

"Now the bigger question is why CO19's deployed to protect the truck?" The brown-haired orderly scratched his head in confusion.

The bald-headed orderly shrugged his shoulders again.

"Who knows why them Specialist Firearms Officers are around for?"


Unknown Warehouse Compound, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


Another Freightliner Cascadia truck was seen parked outside some warehouses, being guarded by a squad of 8 Britannian soldiers behind closed gates.

"How long's the relief coming?" One of the Britannian soldiers had asked his colleague, carrying his M-13 with him.

"Don't know." replied another soldier, patting his PASGT helmet. "They should've been here by now."

The gates were soon open, showing a red Dodge Sprinter van enter the compound with normal civilian license plates.

"Who are hell are these jokers?" The Britannian soldier said out loud from inside the truck's cab, seeing 4 figures in Britannian army uniforms with tactical vests on their chests and balaclavas worn over their heads. Green square-shaped cloths were seen on their vests, indicating themselves to be from Green Troop.

"Are you nuts?" The soldier in the cab was rebuked by his colleague standing near the vehicle. "They're from the SAS."

"We're here to assist you in transporting the Knightmare you got there." One of the masked SAS soldiers pointed to the Durastar's cargo box. "At least, if the Knightmare can really hold itself there."

"Of course." One of the regular soldiers said, giving a salute to the SAS squad before they saluted in response. "Sergeant Peter Anderson, 2nd Battalion, Rifles Regiment. We were assigned to secure this truck." Peter escorted one of them to the truck while the other three stayed near their Sprinter. "Just follow me, please."

"With pleasure." replied the SAS soldier.

"I don't know much about the Knightmare that we're suppose to transport, only except that it belongs to the Special Dispatch Guidance System Division."

The two men walked towards the rear of the truck in order to inspect its cargo, inspecting their surroundings first.

"As you can see," Peter opened the truck's rear doors to see a Knightmare kneeling on the ground, its hands touching the metal floor. The details can't be made out as the cargo compartment's interior was dark. "we've disguised the truck as a Purolator courier cargo truck. I'm sure you noted the insignia and stuff on it."

"Civilian disguises?" The SAS soldier asked.

"Yeah, there is. Me and the others are going to change as soon as you SAS blokes can assess our initial situation."

"Disguising yourselves as postal workers?"

"Yep. Well, can you tell how secure the cargo is?"

"Oh, I can tell how secure the cargo is."

"Really?" Peter was astounded by the SAS soldier's comments. "You can tell by just looking?"

"Sure I can." The SAS soldier chuckled.

"How so?"

The Rifles Regiment soldier was shocked when he saw the SAS soldier quickly draw out a SIG SP 2022 pistol from his right thigh holster.

"Like this, actually." The SAS soldier shrugged after he had the 2022's sights aligned at his forehead. "And I have some news on the cargo's security assessment."

"You failed." The trooper squeezed the 2022's trigger. "But I doubt you'll be able to go back to class anytime soon."

Automatic gunfire soon followed after Peter was shot in the head before it subsided in a few seconds.

"Good work guys." The SAS trooper walked away from the truck to see corpses of the other Rifles Regiment soldiers scattered near the Sprinter and the Cascadia. "Too easy."

The other three SAS troopers took off their balaclavas, revealed to be Ken, Henri and Michelle.

"Well, it's a good thing we wired our comm systems back at base to intercept Britannian military communications." Henri grinned, checking the dead soldiers for the usual ammunition for their M-13s.

"I agree." Michelle echoed Henri's thoughts. "It helped that we disguised ourselves as SAS. They're so damn secretive on some of their policies and stuff that they don't know how to face them if they were actually here." Well except that for their media appearances in taking over some of the countries out there and turning them into Areas.

"But we better hurry." Ken told the only remaining masked SAS trooper, who took off his balaclava. "Otherwise we'll be in big trouble."

"Leave that to me." Jean took out a remote control device from his vest, extending the antenna. "After all, demolitions is my specialty." He then pressed the red button before he threw it in the Sprinter via its open front passenger door. "That should leave us 6 minutes. Enough time to pack up and leave."

"Alrighty." Henri boarded the Cascadia, turning on its engine. "We better head back to base and be on standby. I heard Kyoto's ready to assist us for this case."

"Sounds good to me." Ken entered the Cascadia's cab to be seated at the rear.

The other three had already worked on clearing all available essentials from the dead soldiers before boarding the truck, the biggest emphasis on M-13 rifle magazines. Jean was the last to board the truck, entering the cab and seated at the rear before it left the compound.

After the truck had left the premises, the Sprinter van blew up in a ball of fire. With its destruction, the ex-COSMOS soldiers had ensured that evidence of their presence had been erased.


Somewhere on Highway 1, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


The Cascadia been driven by Nagata and Kallen was doing well. The CO19 squad car escorts with them had helped them steer clear of traffic, which was giving them an easier time in terms of driving towards a NRA safehouse somewhere in the Tokyo Settlement.

Until a CO19 checkpoint hailed them down towards a cordoned section of the highway, forcing the Cascadia and the CO19 BMW 530is to the side. Around six CO19 operators were manning the checkpoint, consisting of a portion of the High-occupancy vehicle lane (HOV) taken with a Volvo S80 parked next to the concrete road divider that divides the highway. A Mercedes-Benz Sprinter 311 van with CO19 decals and emergency lights was parked horizontally around 10 meters away from the front, leaving space for the Cascadia and its 530i escorts to park in.

"Excuse me." A CO19 operator, armed with a M-13 rifle, walked up to one of the CO19 5301i squad cars in front of the Cascadia, urging the driver to lower his window. He was also dressed in dark blue Nomex overalls, PASGT helmet with ballistic goggles strapped on top and kevlar body armor with a tactical vest strapped over it.

"What's happening?" replied Marc, who was also wearing the same CO19 clothing except for the PASGT helmet and goggles with balaclavas worn over their head. The CO19 operator outside the sedan saw Rai and Domingo inside the 530i, the former seated in the front passenger seat next to Marc with the latter at the rear. "Is there something wrong?"

"Just a little check." The CO19 operator told Marc. "We've gotten some reports that the stuff you're escorting could've been hijacked."

"Understood." said Domingo from the rear seat.

"You guys in an operation?"

"Sorta."

"H-hold on a second." The radio mic strapped on the operator's vest came to life, sending out a radio transmission on its standard CO19 frequency.

"This is an All points bulletin to all active duty CO19 units, both SFOs and TST units." The radio mic transmitted the announcement, earning the curiosity of Marc and the others inside their 530i. "There has been a robbery at the Tokyo Settlement General Hospital approximately 14 minutes ago. An unknown quantity of medical supplies had been stolen as reported by an anonymous caller."

The CO19 operator was shocked upon hearing the news, but decided to listen further.

"All SFOs and TSTs, the suspect vehicle is a Frieghtliner Cascadia semi-trailer truck with license plate CA17 JFA." The APB suddenly made the operator nervous, glancing at the truck nearby. "Any CO19 vehicles seen with the truck are also considered to be suspect vehicles. They are highly dangerous, I repeat, armed and dangerous."

"Okay!" At instinct after hearing the APB, the CO19 operator was about to raise his M-13 when Marc opened the driver's door and dashed out of the 530i. He executed a horizontal slash at the operator's neck with a combat knife drawn out from a sheath hidden on his pants, killing him.

"What the hell?" The CO19 operators manning the roadblock were taken aback by what happened. "He moved fast!"

"GO!" Marc yelled. At his words, Rai and Domingo emerged from the 530i with their M-13s at the ready.

"They're dressed like us!" shouted one of the CO19 operators when Marc and Rai were the first ones to fire their M-13 at the checkpoint. Domingo joined in moments later after Nagata and Kallen disembarked from the Cascadia. The former had a Russian-made RGO fragmentation grenade wih the latter having her AKMS.

"Kallen! Cover me!" Nagata yelled to Kallen, who fired her AKMS at semi-automatic at the checkpoint.

"Do it!" Kallen shouted. Nagata removed the RGO's fuse and threw it at a great distance, thanking the times he had spent with his high school baseball team as one of its pitchers.

"AAGGH!" Three of the six CO19 operators were killed by the RGO's shrapnel. Two more CO19 operators were cut down by both Kallen and Domingo.

"This is so easy." muttered Marc, who fired his M-13 at the last CO19 operator hiding behind the S80's engine block. The vehicle took multiple bullet holes all around, with its tires deflated from the bullets and its windows broken, until the operator peeked out to fire his 2022. It was then when Marc had been able to get a shot on the head.

"That oughta teach ya." Marc had peered through the M-13's reflex sight, which helped him aim at the operator's head.

"Incoming!" Rai shouted, seeing two CO19 530i sedans and a Mercedes-Benz Sprinter 311 van heading towards their direction at full speed. Yi and Michael had emerged out of the rear 530i to engage them, the former using the parked 311 to fire her M-13 while the latter went for the trunk to get a RPG-16 anti-tank rocket launcher. It already had a PG-16 HEAT warhead with a PGO-16 optical sight.

"Nagata!" Kallen tossed her AKMS to him while running to Michael and grabbing the RPG-16, which he didn't object to when the red-haired girl already had her right hand extended out to take it.

"Suppressive fire!" Marc directed the others to fire their weapons at the approaching CO19 vehicles.

"Here goes..." murmured Kallen, peering through the PGO-16 before she pulled the RPG-16's trigger. She watched as the PG-16 went towards the leading 530i, which exploded as the warhead made contact with the engine. No one was standing behind her, being knowledgeable of the Russian-made anti-tank rocket launcher's notorious backblast.

"I did it." Kallen said softly, feeling the weapon's backblast and recoil after firing the RPG-16. The second 530i and 311 were forced to drive around the smoldering Armed Response Vehicle (ARV).

"Got him..." Domingo had fired his M-13 at the 311, hitting the driver. It forced the van to stop when it swerved to its right, making the CO19 operators inside dismount from it before they fired their M-13s.

"Dammit!" Marc yelled, motioning to the others to take cover behind the parked 311 on the checkpoint. "Take cover behind the van!"

Marc and his fellow ex-COSMOS soldiers hid behind the said van, giving cover fire for Kallen and Nagata to hide with them. Before they did so, Michael was able to fish out another PG-16 from the rear 530i's open trunk.

"Here." Michael handed Kallen the warhead. So far, the body count was getting higher and higher on CO19 as they had 6 dead and 2 wounded out of the 12 deployed CO19 operators after the second gunfight had started.

"Thanks." Kallen began to load it onto the RPG-16 before she told them, "Get clear!"

Nagata assisted her by firing the AKMS at full automatic before being forced to stop when its magazine ran dry.

Positioning herself behind the 311, which had several bullets holes with some cracked and broken windows, Kallen aimed the anti-tank weapon again.

She had found her target once more.


"RPG!"

The shout from one of the surviving CO19 operators forced the others to run from their disembarked vehicles. They didn't have time to get their colleague's corpses out of the way after hearing a whooshing sound.

Moments later, the 311 van exploded in a ball of fire after the second PG-16 had been fired at its engine block. The second 530i escaped the attack, only being left behind with bullet holes on its body, cracked and broken windows and siren bar with a deflated front right tire.

"Damn those NRA!" grunted one of the CO19 operators who had been able to drag his wounded colleague in a firearm's lift.

"What do we do?" asked the CO19 operator who got grazed in the arm. The other unwounded CO19 operators had begun to open fire again, even as their vehicles were deemed unsafe to be used as cover.

"To all CO19 officers in the field, you've been ordered to fall back and retreat!"

"W-wha..."

"This is now under Britannian army jurisdiction. Step aside!" The booming voice of Jeremiah Gottwald was heard as the Knightmare VTOL flew overhead the smoldering CO19 vehicles.

"Those damn army grunts!" A CO19 operator, who was seated with his back leaned on the concrete divider, clenched his fist as he saw two Knightmare VTOL jets flying over them when two RPI-13 Sutherlands were airdropped. Their shoulders and Factsphere cover were colored red, indicating that its pilots were from the Purists."

"The Purists..." mumbled a CO19 operator who was being carried out of the scene by paramedics in a stretcher after ambulances and CO19 311s began to arrive on the scene. "They're up to no good."


"Everyone! Get inside!"

Marc had shouted, motioning to the others to get back in their vehicles. Michael had been tempted to dispose of the RPG-16, but decided against it and tossed it back in the trunk when the Sutherlands were approaching the checkpoint.

"Retreat!" yelled Nagata, who got in the Cascadia while the fake CO19 operators had scrambled in their 530is when a familiar voice was heard on an external speaker.

"Boss man! Just leave this mess to us!"

"It's Jean?" Marc saw four Sutherlands zoom pass by them, mostly painted in purple, with machine pistols.

"Don't worry! We'll cover your escape, just go!"


Cockpit, RPI-13 Sutherland Purist


I thought I heard the speakers of one of those Sutherlands telling their comrades to escape. Probably just me. I better hail them first to see whih part of the army they're from.

"Hey you in the Sutherland!" Jeremiah shouted to one of the four regular Sutherlands moving towards him. "The Purists have been given jurisdictional command here, so go home to your main unit."

What shocked the ex-Aries Palace guard came hard and fast. The two Sutherlands coming towards him did not stand down and instead, armed themselves with various weapons to the teeth; one had fired its machine pistol at full automatic. The other had its Stun Tonfas at the ready, being flipped out on its arms.

"Crap! They're not regular soldiers!" Jeremiah shouted, dodging machine pistol fire before using his Slash Harkens to counter the attempts of the Stun Tonfa-armed Sutherland to charge at him.

"Lord Jeremiah!" A woman's voice was heard on Jeremiah's comms.

"Villetta!" cringed the Margrave, exchanging Stun Tonfa blows with the Sutherland. "I need some help here. It seems like these Sutherlands are not from the regular army."

"I'll take care of them!" Villetta Nu charged in to reinforce Jeremiah, firing her machine pistol at the other three Sutherlands.

"Alright! I'll go and call in some reinforcements to take care of those accursed Elevens..."

"Keep him busy!" shouted Ken, seeing Jean's Sutherland engage Jeremiah by exchanging more blows with their Sutherlands. He, Michelle and Henri all engaged Villetta by either shooting at her with their machine pistols, using their Slash Harkens or their Stun Tonfas to wear her down just for their comrades to escape safely. "We need to make sure the boss gets away from here!"


Somewhere on Highway 1, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


It seemed fine on Kallen and Marc's end as their vehicles made a clean getaway from the battle at the CO19 checkpoint. Their path was cleared thanks to the fight between Jeremiah and Viletta of the Britannian Military's Purists and semi-dormant Lost Soldiers led by Ken with Michelle, Henri and Jean backing him up.

"It looks like we're all clear, Kallen." Nagata told his NRA comrade, gripping the Cascadia's steering wheel tightly, driving straight on the highway alongside Marc and the remaining Lost Soldiers in their CO19 disguises.

"Nagata! Look out!" Kallen shouted, seeing two Knightmare VTOLs airdrop two more Sutherland Purists at their way.

"Take this you miserable Eleven scum!"

A Machine pistol-armed Sutherland Purist took aim at the Cascadia.

"Got it!" Nagata made a sharp left turn moments after Marc did so on his 530i, its sirens blaring loud towards an exit ramp. They were able to avoid several rounds meant for them as they impacted on the gravel.

"Wait for us!" Michael yelled loud, accelerating his 530i fast just in time to avoid a few bullets fired from the machine pistol.

"Dammit!" The second Sutherland Purist yelled at his partner. "Don't just stand out there! Get them!"


Street, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


"Big brother! Where are you?!"

Lelouch and his Ashford Academy companion Rivalz Cardemonde made a stop at a parking lot somewhere in the Tokyo Settlement after Lelouch made his win against one of the city's many prominent rich men. He made his call after hearing his cellphone had rang several times.

"Sorry Nana..." Lelouch chuckled, waving off Rivalz when he began to tease him for having a sister complex.

"Are you coming home?!" Lelouch cringed again after hearing Nunnally shout again.

"Y..yes." Lelouch replied. "Don't worry about me, I'll take a shortcut on the way home."

"I hope so!" Nunally shouted again. "Cornelia's already asking me if you were home..." Lelouch moved the cellphone away from his right ear as Nana's shouting was beginning to hurt his hearing.

"You'll be okay here right?" Rivalz asked, seeing that the next few blocks down the parking lots is the outskirts of the Shinjuku ghetto, somewhere embedded near the Tokyo Settlement. "I mean, you know..."

"No worries." Lelouch smirked, ending the call with his younger sister. "I'll be fine. Besides, I'm familiar with my way around here."

"I surely hope so." Rivalz donned his motorbike goggles and gloves before turned on the motorbike's engine. "Just don't get yourself killed!"

"Whatever." The ex-Britannian prince sighed, beginning to walk towards the Shinjuku ghetto.


Somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire


I can't believe that things are like this. In Japan of all places after the war.

Lelouch looked around at the pre-war bombed Shinjuku, seeing Japanese refugees of all types trying to seek shelter in the buildings still standing despite its dilapidated and bombed looks.

They don't care if these civilians get in the way. How typical of my father, Charles zi Britannia.

The black-haired Britannian saw that most of the people either hid their faces from him or simply chose to retreat behind the safety of the abandoned buildings in the ghetto's downtown area.

"I guess things won't change unless the colonial government leaves." murmured Lelouch, seeing a soup kitchen nearby manned by two men. "Looks like the Jesuits are doing the soup kitchen."

"Hello there, young man." Lelouch was being spoken by a Caucasian man in his early 30s, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He was only wearing civilian clothes like his companion, who was brown-haired with black eyes and was in his late 20s. "I didn't expect to see a Britannian high school student around here."

"I'm just passing by." Lelouch replied to the man's curiosity. "I used to be familiar with the area before, um..."

"Father Jack McNeil of the Society of Jesus." The man offered his hand out to Lelouch after serving the last bowl of Mushroom Soup to a Japanese refugee.

"Pleased to meet you, Father." Lelouch shook hands with Father McNeil.

"And you are?"

"Lelouch. Lelouch Lamperouge. So you're a Jesuit, huh?"

"You must probably think why Britannian Jesuits like me are here in the ghettos." Father McNeil watched the refugees happily eat the soup, one of them feeding her daughter. "Because it's the job of us Jesuits when no one can. We do this for the greater glory of god."

"Even despite under threats and all?" Lelouch asked.

Father McNeil nodded. "Yes. Jesus loves all of his people." He sighed when he looked around the bombed ghetto. "Despite the sad and cruel official policy of the Britannian Empire towards Numbers in the occupied areas, we can't overlook the fact that they are people and equal before God's eyes just like you and me."

He reminds me of Nunnally. Lelouch sighed when he heard the priest's defense over his presence in the ghetto. Before she and I were expelled and even with Cornelia who offered to share our fate after she tried to defend me before him and the court. The student stared at Father McNeil while he continued to talk. He probably lived his life to help others...

"Allow me to teach you something that anyone under Jesuit tutelage knows by heart." Father McNeil patted Lelouch's left shoulder. "It's called the Prayer of Generosity. And this is what inspires me to help these refugees out."

Lelouch was curious. "And how does it go, Father?"

"It goes like this." Father McNeil cleared his throat before he began to speak.


Mobile Weapons Hangar, Covert Base, somewhere near Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


The two CO19 530is arrived at the base's mobile weapons hangar, seeing some non-combat support personnel preparing some Sutherlands for action, in the original purple color used by the Britannian military.

"Sorry we're late." Rai apologized after getting out of the 530is's front passenger seat, taking off his balaclava and shoving in to one of the many pockets of his vest. "We were caught by CO19 at a checkpoint. They got wind of our little operation."

"You're all here just in time to see what you've picked out from the Tokyo Settlement."

Marc noticed who the woman was, who had a dark skinned appearance, blonde hair and was wearing a red dress shirt and purple pants. She was accompanied by two men, having the same dark skinned appearance with the exception of their coats and shirts. One of them had a light beard around his chin and cheeks all the way underneath his nose in his late 30s. The other had a clean shaven look in his late 20s.

"Rakshata Chawla." Marc took off his balaclava as well. "Nice to see you here. Haven't heard a while from Kyoto aside from supplies and support personnel."

"I got wind that you were able to hijack a secret Knightmare of the Special Dispatch Guidance System Division once your friends were able to get this out of the truck. I was able to analyze the said Knightmare." Rakshata pointed to the towering knightmare behind her. "With all further ado, may I present to you, the Z-01B Lancelot Club."

The ex-COSMOS soldiers were amazed, seeing it had two factspheres on its shoulders, a large cockpit on its back and blue parts including the horn, arm and leg outlines and its lower abdomen. It had a more human-like appearance than the Glasgows and Sutherlands that the squad had seen so far.

"Whoa..." Michael whistled. "Quite impressive Ms. Chawla."

"But who's going to pilot it?" asked Domingo, seeing some Kyoto technicians check the Lancelot Club.

"You, of course." Henri went to see Marc with Jean, Michelle and Ken. "You did after all plan the two missions to start with."

"Nice to see you, man." Domingo and the others greeted Henri and Ken. "Thanks for getting our backs taken care of."

"Much obliged." Ken reciprocated the greeting, exchanging high fives with Yi, Michael and Domingo.

"Umm..." Marc felt a bit embarrassed. "Now see here..."

"We all agree." The Eurasian team leader saw that all of his comrades raised their hands and agreed with Henri's statement for Marc to pilot the Lancelot Club.

"I guess you were overruled." Rakshata giggled, twirling her pipe on her left hand.

"Guess that's the one."

Domingo pointed out to the other a strange knightmare standing up next to the Lancelot Club. Its right arm had three red fingers with a red circle on its palm with the rest of it showing off its metallic skin. The left arm, on the other hand, had a blue armguard with humanoid fingers on. Aside from that, its chest, head, left shoulder and the upper part of its legs were colored blue as well. Its cockpit was at its back, but a bit higher unlike the Club.

"I wonder who's going to pilot that?" Rai observed the knightmare, being impressed by its arm. But as soon as he turned around, the white-haired Eurasian noticed that his colleagues had grins written on their faces when they stared at him.

"WHAT?!"


Somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire


Father McNeil went to tell Lelouch the Jesuit prayer as they watched the refugees help themselves to their soup.

"Lord Jesus, teach me to be generous; teach me to serve you as you should, to give and not to count the cost, to fight and not to heed the wounds..."

Suddenly, the Cascadia Nagata was driving fast while being chased by the two Sutherland Purists.

"Crap!" Lelouch ushered Father McNeil to follow him before the truck crashed into a former koban and a convenience store, nearly flipping on its side.

"AHAHAHA!" One of the Sutherland Purists fired the grenade launcher mounted on top of the machine pistol. "This oughta teach you to mess around with the Holy Britannian Empire!" The second Sutherland Purist threw a Chaos Bomb fragmentation grenade, which exploded as far as 10 meters near the truck.

"Let's make sure they don't stand a chance!"

Lelouch and Father McNeil watched as debris from a nearby skyscraper was falling on them fast.

Damn! Lelouch gritted his teeth when he saw what was coming for him.

If only I have the power to save him and protect Cornelia and Nunnally...


Nunnally's Room, Clubhouse, Ashford Academy, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11


"Big brother."

For some reason, Nunnally felt something had happened. She didn't know what it was, but the blind girl felt it was bad.

"I can feel big brother's in trouble." Nunnally began to move her wheelchair using the built-in keypad of the wheelchair's left armrest to help her move around.

"I just hope that I can get to him in time before it's too late."


Outside Nunnally's Room, Clubhouse, Ashford Academy, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11


"I wonder if Ms. Nunnally would like something for her snacks?"

Sayoko was now standing outside Nunnally's room, straightening herself out before she knocked on her door.

"Ms. Nunnally."

Sayoko opened the door, letting herself in. However, there happens to be one problem.

For some reason, she wasn't able to see Nunnally inside her room. She was not also on the balcony as well, where Nunnally would be sometimes whenever she needs to be alone.

"I wonder where she went to this time?" Sayoko scratched her head in confusion.


Unknown Realm


"Where am I?"

Lelouch stood up, feeling dazed from the white ground. He looked around to see his surroundings were also colored white. What happened? Last thing I know, Father McNeil and I were about to be crushed by debris.

"So you are awake, Lelouch Lamperouge."

A green-haired woman with pale skin appeared in front of Lelouch. She had a cape that wrapped around her, covering her almost nude figure. In addition, the red bird-like sigil was on forehead, clearly seen to the black-haired teenager.

"Who are you?" Lelouch answered the figure. "And how do you know my name?"

"I am C.C." C.C. replied. "And as for how I know your name, I will leave it out for now."

Lelouch tried to speak up, but C.C. raised a hand to silence him.

"I will tell you, though, that I have been waiting to see if you would be coming."

C.C.'s explanation had left Lelouch confused.

"I sense that you want to have a power to protect the ones closest to you, yes?"

"My sister Nunnally and my half sister Cornelia!" Lelouch yelled out his frustrations to the green-haired girl. "Not to mention Father McNeil, who was helping out the Japanese refugees!" He placed a hand on his chest. "The last thing I remember, me and Father were about to be crushed by debris."

"Well," C.C. grinned. "what if I told you right now that I can give you such a power to protect your siblings?" Lelouch was startled when he heard C.C. tell her of this power. "The power that would befit a king." She then pointed her right index finger at him. "A king such as yourself."

"Yes!" Lelouch shouted, agreeing with C.C.'s proposal. "If I could have a power like that to protect the people close to me, then I would have it."

"Then Lelouch," C.C. extended her hand out to Lelouch. "allow me to grant you that power right now."

Agreeing to C.C.'s request, Lelouch touched her hand. He felt something flowing within him when he knelt down before C.C.

He then noticed that his feet, all way to his neck, was inside a black suit. His head, at the end, was being covered with a helmet that resembled a tulip.


Somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire


"What happened?" Lelouch groaned, getting up. His vision was a bit blurry, but the last thing he saw while trying to move was a red Glasgow leaving the Cascadia's trailer in order to catch the attention of the Sutherland Purists. He also noted that the truck was a bit damaged thanks to the shrapnel from the Chaos grenade.

Looks like things just become more dangerous. Lelouch swore that he saw a green-haired girl fall down from the wrecked pod inside the trailer, its top destroyed, alongside a doll-like object next to it. I don't know what happened, but I must've been able to save Father and myself from being squashed by the debris. Wait a minute...

"Father!" Lelouch remembered, trying to look around and see if the Britannian Jesuit was all right from the attack caused by the Purists.

"I..." Father McNeil tried to smile, despite being in pain due to shrapnel wounds over his body. "haven't finished the rest of the Prayer of Generosity."

Lelouch wanted to speak, but Father McNeil shook his head. "To toil and not to seek for rest..." He coughed blood before he spoke again. "To labor and not to ask for reward, save that..." Lelouch felt bad when he watched the Jesuit priest cough up more blood before he ended the prayer. "save that of knowing that I do your will."

"Father..." Lelouch began to clench his fists, not being able to save the man.

"At least take this." Father McNeil weakly took off a necklace that had a wooden black cross on it from his neck. "Give it to the someone you care about."

Lelouch did not object when he placed the necklace on his right hand.

"At least..." The priest felt that he was about to die when he said, "give it to someone important to you. Like your sister."

"How..." Lelouch whispered, wanting to know how the priest was able to figure him out without asking.

"My gut feeling." explained the Britannian Jesuit. "I grew up an orphan." Father McNeil broke into a smile. Although a weak one. "Never had siblings."

"I see." Lelouch kept the necklace in the right pocket of his pants.

"I hope that I can help someone...even in my last moment."

With that, Father Jack McNeil had passed on to the next life.

Rest in peace, Father. Lelouch sadly passed his right hand over his heart. You've done your duty. I can tell you that you've already been able to help someone.

The Ashford Academy student ran towards the wrecked truck while the suit began to materialize all over his body, starting from the feet all the way to the head.

At least I won't let his death be in vain.

Lelouch, in the suit that C.C. had bestowed upon him, picked up the unconscious girl in his muscular arms thanks to the suit itself.

She seems to be in a strait jacket. Lelouch leaped up, using his powers again, to approximately 9 stories from the ground with C.C. in his arms. At least I'll be able to do athletic stuff thanks to whatever C.C. gave me.

I'll try to use the power given to me to help my sister and Cornelia. Lelouch saw from a distance the Sutherland Purists chasing a red Glasgow.

Leaving C.C. on the empty rooftop of one of the buildings that Lelouch had leaped to, he moved his right arm in a way that the cape on his suit moved with it.

Thank you Father. I, at least, know what I will do to help the ones I care for.


Outskirts of Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire


"Big brother." Nunnally was somehow able to navigate herself to be in the outskirts of the Shinjuku ghetto. "Where are you?"

She fell down from her wheelchair as the wheelchair was not able to move around, especially the steps that led to the ghetto as it had no ramps that the wheelchair can use to move around.

"Where are you, big brother?!" Nunnally began to shout at the top of her voice.

"I see that you are in despair."

Nunnally began to look around, despite being blind. "W-who said that?"

"Something your brother had left behind."

Nunnally searched her surroundings with her hands, touching a paper crane. "T-this is a crane I made with big brother and Cornelia a few weeks ago..."

"Indeed it is."

Standing before her was the same doll-like object that fell from the truck after it went out of the wrecked pod with a restrained C.C. along. Unknown to Nunnally due to her condition, the red sigil on its head was starting to glow.

"It seems you wish to help your brother." The object told Nunnally.

"I want to!" Nunnally shouted at the object. "I want to see and hear my brother laught and smile at me." Tears began to emerge from her closed eyes.

"I felt your anger and hatred towards what happened to you." The object said, having a sympathetic tone. "For that, I wish to help you with a power that I have."

Nunnally was surprised. "A power?"

"Yes." A right arm began to extend out of the object. "A power that can make your deepest wishes come true." It then saw Nunnally do the same thing as she began to extend her right arm towards it.

After making contact, Nunnally felt something was invading her arm. She felt a powerful surge enter her right arm all the way.

"B-big brother!" Nunnally began to shout, feeling pain in her head. "M-my head! It hurts, big brother!"

"NOOOO!"

After Nunnally had shouted her last word, an explosion was heard from even within the confines of the Tokyo Settlement as a beam of light had temporarily engulfed her and the object.


Somewhere on Royal Britannian Army Tokyo Base, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire


"My lord! Wait!"

Clovis la Britannia, Third Prince to the Britannian throne, saw a seemingly fat man with a monocle on his left eye running towards him with a brown folder on his left hand. How much time does that oaf need to get here?

"I apologize for the wait." The man, known to the military and to the royal family and Britannian government as General Bartley Asprius. Rumors have been circulating from the military all the way to the court that he had been involved in a covert special forces unit, although the information has been made classified by MI5 and the DIS.

"What is it, Bartley?" Clovis was a bit impatient as he was about to enter his personal G-1 mobile base.

"We've received word from MI5 that an unknown explosion was seen and heard at the Shinjuku ghetto." Bartley handed Clovis a folder. "As well as the truck that was said to have stolen medical supplies," The bald man leaned in and whispered. "but that's what we've told CO19 when they've initially made contact with them."

"So the NRA's responsible for this mess?" Clovis sighed when he read the folder. "One of the many anti-Britannian guerrilla and terrorist groups. At least they're a right-wing group, compared to the most pro-leftist guerrillas out there. They're the more dangerous bunch the army has to take care of."

"Your Highness." Bartley told the blond-haired prince. "Soon enough, the Metropolitan Police's intelligence divisions will start to poke around. At this point, it'll be too dangerous."

"You're right." Clovis handed the folder back to Bartley. "We'll be heading to Shinjuku at this time."

"What of it, my lord?" Bartley asked, accompanying Clovis to the G-1.

"Send out word to the Britannian Guards and the SAS for teams to be deployed ASAP. Tell any units out there in the ghetto to provide them backup support."

"Are you sure?" Bartley felt nervous, wanting to object.

"I am sure!" Clovis glared at Bartley. "This way, we won't have to worry about news of this incident reaching the mainland."

"O-of course." Bartley quickly agreed with him.

"I'll be disowned when my father finds out about this mess." Clovis sighed angrily. "Especially with that thing out there."

"Y-yes, your Highness..." Bartley felt more nervous than before when he heard about Clovis' orders. Clovis was his main benefactor and without his royal protection from Britannian security forces and the Justice Department, Bartley would be in trouble when and if an inquiry would be held over the events regarding the pod that Kallen and Nagata had taken from the settlement's main hospital. "I'll send word out as soon as I can."

The two continued their walk towards the parked G-1, neither one speaking again until they were at the G-1's bridge.


Cockpit, RPI-11 Glasgow


"Dammit!"

Kallen muttered, firing the machine pistol on the left hand of her red Glasgow as it travelled backwards. Her Purists pursuers were still persistent in chasing her, using their own machine pistols as well. So far, Kallen was able to dodge them owing to the wide, abandoned Shinjuku streets.

"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! They don't go down!"

"Kallen! You alright?"

Kallen heard Ougi's voice on the Glasgow's radio. "I'm alright. Trying to keep these purists busy!"

"What about Nagata? Is he alright or not?"

The Eurasian NRA guerrilla gritted her teeth, dodging left and right to avoid gunfire from their machine pistols from the Sutherland Purists. "Last I saw him before he told me to split up, he got wounded on the shoulder. But it's not serious. He mentioned that he'll go on another route back to one of our safehouses."

"I see. I got a quick radio dispatch from the Lost Soldiers." Her eyes widened when she heard the name. "They said that they're coming in to assist us with a warning that the army's going to head towards this ghetto."

"How long?" Kallen tried to reload her machine pistol, merely avoiding having her arms hit as he accelerated further backwards. She made the Glasgow's Landspinners move faster as life and death would depend on how busy Kallen would keep the Purists at bay. Damn those Britannians!

"They said they needed 8 minutes last I heard from them since they just left their hideout. I'll contact them again in a few minutes, Kallen. Can you hold out there for a little longer?"

"Roger that!" After hearing Ougi's confirmation on reinforcements, Kallen made a sharp left turn in a nearby intersection after firing a short burst from her machine pistol just enough to slow them down by trying to shoot at the Sutherland Purists' Landspinners. They also did the same, dodging left and right to avoid gunfire. Kallen cursed that she had to pick an antiquated knightmare for the job. If she had preferences, the red-haired teen would have preferred to use the Britannian army's own Sutherlands instead. "I'll do my best for this one, Ougi. Just leave it to me."

Crap! She felt little damage when one of the Sutherland Purists took a shot at her, slightly damaging the Glasgow's left shoulder. At this rate, I won't be able to see the Lost Soldiers assist us in the Shinjuku ghetto. I'll be a goner for sure until help arrives. Raising the machine pistol once more, Kallen had the weapon's overbarrel grenade launcher fire at her pursuers.

I hope help gets here in time. For now, I have to keep distracting them Purists.

She failed to notice a bright flashing pillar of light nearby since Kallen was fighting the enemy to keep herself alive.

Chapter 2 END


PS - Guess which Gundam series did the title came from (CLUE: It's from a UC series). For pairings, I'm either drawn to Lelouch/Cornelia, Lelouch/Kallen or a Lelouch/Cornelia/Kallen. You gotta love those love triangles. XP Just buzz me in the reviews if you want to make a suggestion on the pairings I mentioned.

I'm modifying the use of the Specialist Firearms Command in the CG world. In real-life, CO19 has Authorized Firearms Officers and Specialist Firearms Officers. Since the Britannian police are armed, I eliminated the need for an AFO and instead have the SFO instead. Probably Tactical Support Teams too. Yea, TST means Tactical Support Teams, armed officers operating in covert unmarked vehicles. As for the Sutherlands that have red shoulders and Factsphere cover, I'm just calling them Sutherland Purist as they look different. Well, in terms of appearance.

As always, I hope you readers enjoyed reading this chapter. Big shout out to those who put this story in their favorites or story alerts. Reviews are much appreciated, as they would help me pace the story and stuff carefully. Let me know if I had any mistakes. For now, do appraise this story and see if I did okay. I wanted to do a lot of Tom Clancy-style infantry combat, but that'll have to wait.

In case you think the title is misspelled, no it's not as it's meant to be like that based on the episode name of a particular Gundam series. Like I said previously, see if you can guess the name. You may notice from Lelouch's thoughts and actions that he is a bit sympathetic to the plight of ordinary Japanese and to Nana and Cornelia. But I'll see that he'll pull all the stops to make him the best Lelouch/Zero that we all know since I gave him the NoN Zero suit. Yeah, I think I'll make that the offficial Zero suit for this fic.

About the Jesuits presence here, I did my schooling in a Jesuit school and I like these guys, especially since my school was founded by Jesuits driven out of China by Chinese Communists. Bless their soul for their work and dedication.

A little extra help too. I'm not sure how the Stun Guns on the Knightmares work (on Glasgows and Sutherlands for example). Much appreciated if anyone can give me a hand on how it's suppose to be used. Doesn't matter if it'll be in reviews or in PMs.