Chapter 2: Charge for Europe

Suzaku stood once more, his eyes emotionless as he waited for his orders.

"Kururugi," Charles leaned forward, Kururugi could not help but feel intimidated by his presence. "My disloyal son's intelligence is too precious to be discarded. With Euro-Britannia slowly losing territories to Europia, he will surely turn the tide of the war. I know you are unhappy with this arrangement, but think of it this way: Lelouch will be worshipping me and helping Britannia, which he abhors, to be stronger. However, he only has one eye Geassed, which means he would be able to break from it temporarily. When that happens, Lelouch would be in emotional trauma with the two identities fighting to take control. A punishment worse than death."

Charles chuckled darkly at his ingenuity. "He is now known as Julius Kingsley, military advisor. He will be given the imperial scepter to prevent any of the Euro-Britannian nobles to rebel against his decisions. He doesn't remember anything about you, or even life as Lelouch VI Britannia, or Lamperouge. Julius only remembers life in Britannia and that his left eye is injured, so make him wear the eyepatch given at all times. However, there is a peculiar weakness about my Geass."

Suddenly, Suzaku felt a pulsing chest pain aurora in his chest. He couldn't help but feel nervousness arise from his chest and into his throat. "Whatever it may be, your majesty." He replied, placing his hand to his chest once more. "I will see it dealt with."

Charles turned, moving back to his throne. "Kururugi, this must be kept secret. Those under my Geass will feel extremely thirsty when they start breaking through it." He explained, a table with a teapot like glass jug rising from the ground. "In this water mixture is a set of elements that will keep him at bay. Give him this water and he will gain back the rest of his real memories. When that happens, do not put water in Lelouch's sight, just leave him be. He still has his Geass, so do not let anyone near him during those episodes either. He will be unconscious after a while and when he wakes up, my Geass would have already overpowered him."

Charles smirked as he continued. "Keep a good eye on him, do not let anyone suspect his real identity."

"Yes, you're Majesty." Kururugi bowed and turned to leave.

"Don't give me a reason to scrap your status as a Knight of the Round Kururugi." Charles grinned maliciously.

"I will not, my lord." Suzaku muttered as he exited the chamber.

As Suzaku exited the chamber, and leaded towards his own room, he felt anger slowly rise once more in him. The Emperor sought to use Lelouch as a Military Advisor, much to Suzaku's dismay. He should have had Lelouch killed, tortured for Euphemia's death. Then again though, Lelouch still did suffer.

To have to fight in one's own mind for not only control of their body, but also to regain their memories of their past life, was horrid, horrible. Suzaku couldn't help but smile at Lelouch's predicament. Lelouch you fool, Suzaku thought as he made the corner to his room. You may have had Geass, but you could never had expected this to happen to you.

Suzaku enter his room, and, to his surprise, found a Knight of Round's suit and cloak folded on his bed. Suzaku smiled, but it quickly turned to disgust as he remembered what Charles had told him. "My disloyal son's intelligence is too precious to be discarded." He repeated quietly, his hand balling into a fist. "You'd better pray that your Geass does work indeed, Charles."

2 months later, in Europe.

As Britannia prepared to mobilize for Europe, leaders of The United Republic of Europia met in Paris, Italy. Inside the Capitoline Hill, leaders of all European countries argued and gave orders in fear and panic. Suddenly, a person for a second floor yelled out, "Gentleman, the President of the United States is now online!"

The panicking stopped, and the room fell silent. Members and leaders of countries moved back into their seats, readying themselves for the video feed. A large screen descended in front of the rectangular table, an image slowly coming to life.

"Good afternoon." A voice, which came from the President of the United States, spoke out to all in the room. "As we all have come to know, The Britannia Empire had declared the United Republic of Europia and has asked surrender to them. The public, at this very moment, is in a state of panic from the terrorist video mere days ago. Said terrorists sent a worldwide video claiming the attack was their doing."

The image video, and altered into another video. The video showed a dark figure, his legs crossed and his violet right eye glowing in the darkness. Behind him was a flag, a large gear with a fist holding a lightning bolt in its center? Next to the fist was an A on the left side, and F on its right.

"Attention, citizens of the United Republic of Europia," the figure spoke with a sinister smile, his legs shifting as he crossed them once more. "We are the World Liberation Front, The Ark Fleet! Our goal is the true liberation of people who suffer under the oppression of policy makers. We have destroyed your offshore power plant in the North Sea."

"Here is the proof." The video flashed now to an oil rig in the far sea, with several wind mills surrounding it. Above the oil rig, a barely noticeable cylinder like pod descended onto its form. The pod altered into a purple sphere, which grew in size and obliterated the oil rig, as well as the wind mills in its make.

The video change again, to the figure standing next to the same nuclear weapon use to destroy the oil rig station. "The judgment of the gods will be passed upon those who wallow in foolish culture and live in the tranquility of decadence." The figure turned his head to the machine, his violet eye and black hair the only noticeable thing aside from the waving flag behind him. "Soon, stars of destruction will fall on Paris."

The figure turned his head back, the amethyst from his left eyepatch glistening in the dark. "Repent and mend your ways!" He called out, extending his arms as his cape waved behind him. "That is the only way that you will survive!"

The video ended, returning to the Presidents image once more. "As of now, The United States is willing to give all militaristic support to the URE." He explained. "But as the moment, most of the Europian forces has begun to retreat due to the large amount of Knightmare Frames moving to the front lines."

A noble at the table slammed his hands onto the table harshly. "How do we know our forces can repel this sort of attack?! We've seen the firepower their weapons have, as well as the Knightmare's they have built!" He growled out. "I say we surrender to them before they destroy us all."

"You're insane!" Another noble snared out. "Even if we do, the Britannian's will not hesitate to destroy our government ways! We would be left in fear and forced to stay under their wing! I say we attack while we have the chance, and hope to learn more of this enemy!"

Another noble, by the looks of it old, with Grey hair stood up from the table. "I believe we must act now." He spoke calm. "If we are to defeat the Britannia Ark Fleet, we will need to call upon a more powerful unit. I believe we should call upon another group to join our cause, one we have shut out for purposeless reasons, Overwatch."

A country leader laughed at him. "Overwatch? That old disbanded group of misfits?!" He roared in anger. "You're more delusional than you think, old fool! Look how far we have come without them!"

"And look where we are now!" The older man snapped, making the man recoil back. "We are now going up against a force more powerful than three fourths of the world armies put together! We still have Omnic's that are destroying countries and cities, a military group that has declared war against the world aside from Britannia! We have barely survived our second world war, and just barely have begun to rebuild from our last battle, and only with the help of Overwatch!"

"To call Overwatch back, is to tell the world we cannot deal with these war-level situations!" Another leader called out. "We cannot show that we can't control our battles!"

This time, a young man, wearing a white robe lined with gold patterns and red, diamond-shaped patterns that extend into a chain of sorts near his legs and down his sides. Gold, metallic rings appear at the base of his arms, and white boots made from leather with golden-tipped toes cover his feet, spoke out in defense.

"The older man is right!" The young may spoke out. "We already have showed we cannot deal with this war, let alone deal with a terrorist group, such as Talon! We need Overwatch if we are to fight this war, if not there is no point in fighting! We need Overwatch back!"

Suddenly the room dispersed into an argument whether or not to recall Overwatch back into the world. Suddenly, out of irritation, the President spoke once more. "Enough!" He ordered, silencing the room. "The decision is clear. We must call Overwatch back if we are to go to war against Britannia."

The video screen cut, and the room remained silent. Calling Overwatch back meant to reveal not only Overwatch, but also Talon to Britannia. But none the less, the leader and the young man were right. Overwatch was the group that helped the European government live on, as well as helped evolve their technology.

"So, how shall, or better yet, how would be contact the members of Overwatch?" One leader asked the two men. "Hm?"

The younger man stood back up. "I will contact them myself." He explained, reaching next to his chair and grabbing a brief case. He opened the brief case, and picked up a polished, golden mask in the shape of a stylized sun with nine circular indentations arrayed symmetrically across it. "As the last Lumen Sage, it is my duty it do so."

"So, that is who you are." The previous leader replied, shock across his face. "The 'Masked' Lumen Sage, the last of the Lumen Sage's known to live."

"Yes, I am." The Lumen Sage replied, picking up his hood and placing on his sun mask. "I, Rikoto Ranhail, shall go to Overwatch point Gibraltar and speak with their leaders personally."

"In this dying situation, we can only give our prayers to you, young Sage." Another country leader, an Omnic this time, bower slightly. "Peace be with you. Good luck on your journey, Sage Rikoto."

Rikoto nodded. "Thank you, sir." He said, walking to the stair case that led to the outside. "I will not fail you."

With that said, The Masked Lumen Sage rushed out of the chamber. As the Masked Lumen exited the building, he looked up to the sky to see several jets and battle carriers moving through the air, vanishing into the grey clouds. "Damn," Lumen whispered to himself, now wielding a double-bladed glaive; painted gold with glowing, purple gems. "I'd better hurry before anything else happens."

Lumen Sage rushed down the entrance stairs, moving to a now descending helicopter. "We've been waiting for your signal, sir." The pilot, who had a white pilot suit with the Lumen Sun symbol on its forehead turned to him. "Where shall we take you sir?"

The Lumen Sage placed his dual glaive onto his back, and entered the helicopter. "Take me to Watchpoint Gibraltar, pilot." He ordered, closing the door.

"Yes, sir." The pilot replied, pulling the helicopter into the air, flying above the large European and US fleet.