Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass or any MechWarrior/BattleTech related content in this fic. However, the OCs are mine.

Outskirts of Paris

2257 hours MST

August 10th, 2020 a.t.b

"Verdammt!" shouted the German EU Major as he slammed his fists against the battle map aboard the E.U.'s G-1 land cruiser. He turned to the warrant officer on his left. "How many Panzerfausts are ready for combat?"

"All of the Panzerfausts are ready for launch Major Eckhard," replied the warrant officer. He shifted uncomfortably next to his superior as he before he spoke again. "Sir, may I be so bold as to suggest we send a call to Colonel Cornelia Li Britannia of the Black Knights? Our forces are having trouble protecting civilians as they evacuate the city."

"Nein!" Major Eckhard shouted as he slammed his fist down on the map. "We will defend this city without their help! Or do you doubt my abilities as a commander Warrant Officer Karlmann?"

"O-of course not Major!" Karlmann stammered as he saluted the rather intimidating major.

"Good. Now, tell the engineers to prep my Gareth for launch." Eckhard barked at the hapless warrant officer before he turned to the officer on his left. "Lieutenant Jacobs, you have command of the G-1. I'm taking the fight to the enemy." With that Major Eckhard stormed out of the command center.

Ruins of UFN Paris Office, La Défense Business District

2319 hours MST

August 10th, a.t.b.

"Morrighan! I'm bored!" whined Major Madde Irmalinda to Morrighan over the vidcom from her Mech, the 75 ton, 10.5-meters-tall Mad Cat. Morrighan opened her green eyes as her subordinate's whining woke her from a rather pleasant daydream. Pushing the long bangs of her shoulder-length, fiery orange hair out of her eyes Morrighan looked at the vidcom only herself getting mooned by Madde's black jumpsuit-covered ass. A vein pulsed on her forehead as she switched off Madde's vidcom and smacked a hand against her forehead.

With the call-sign "Playmate", the Major's actions shouldn't have annoyed Morrighan as much as it did right now. A voluptuous 5'4" German female with radiant pale skin, waist-length blond hair and blue eyes, Madde would have been the ideal female of the discredited 'Ayran race' theory. She had a very large chest that gave her the so-called 'hour-glass' figure that every male in the battle group secretly lusted for. Madde knew that and wore a pilot jumpsuit that showed a lot of skin in the right areas as a result.

"Quit complaining Madde," said Warrant Officer Belinda Idunn scolded her superior over the comm channel. Another blond-haired, blue-eyed German female, Belinda stood at 5'6" with a slender yet curvaceous figure that fit easily into the cockpit of her 50 ton, 8-meters-tall Uziel. The only reason that Belinda could chastise Madde without the latter pulling rank was because the two were very close friends.

Colonel Morrighan Agrona let out a sigh of exasperation. A 5'8", 18 year old Irish girl with what she had been told was a very curvaceous figure; Morrighan made it a point to wear loose-fitting, baggy clothing whenever she could to avoid the perverted stares of her subordinates. Unfortunately, the jumpsuit for a 'Mech pilot was very…skintight.

"Cut the chatter you two," Morrighan barked from over the comm channel of her 60 ton, 10-meter-tall Vulture. The three commanding officers had their BattleMechs had hidden inside the ruined remains of the UFN Paris Office, which was located outside La Défense at the Western end of the Axe Historique. The three commanding officers had shut down their 'Mechs to conceal their location from any reconnaissance aircraft that would be using infrared to search for hostiles. The problem with the Battlemech was it appeared like the sun on an infrared image when active.

So far the operation was going smoothly. Morrighan had sent the lance of Firefly Mechs to scout the city using La Défense as a starting point. The two lances of Piranha Mechs had hidden themselves around the Arc de Triomphe facing the Champs-Elysees as defensive troops for a fallback point if the operation went FUBAR. For long range support Morrighan had the lance of Duan Gungs jump jet on top the sky-scrappers of La Défense to get the best range with their long-range missiles. The Puma lance had split into two pairs that lurked in the western outskirts of Paris, waiting for orders plus acting as an impromptu rear guard. Meanwhile the UrbanMechs and Firestarters ran amuck in the city, raising hell as they terrorized the fleeing civilian population. Morrighan disliked the fact that they were acting like Britannian invasion forces, but those were their orders from the top.

Montmartre, en route to Arc de Triomphe

2335 hours MST

August 10th, a.t.b.

"All units, head for the Arc de Triomphe!" ordered Major Eckhard as his Gareth flew over the top of Montmarte, just barely missing the blade of a windmill as it passed. He glanced in his IFF scanner and checked the status of his forces. Half of the Panzer-Hummels had been destroyed by the enemy by a new type of aerial bombardment, and the ones already in the city were searching for enemies to destroy. The majority of them had already entered the Left Bank, where most of the city was already in flames. The Knight Police units had been tasked with protecting the escaping civilians, so they wouldn't be of any use to the operation. The only forces that he could use were the Panzerfausts under his command.

The Panzerfaust Knightmare was a special Sutherland design that exchanged mobility for firepower. Armed with two arm-mounted assault rifles with, six chest-mounted Slash Harkens equipped Harken Boosters and a shoulder-mounted Chaos Mine launcher, the Panzerfaust was a force to be reckoned with. Currently the 16 man squad was headed to the Arc de Triomphe via the Champ-Elyees with orders to search and destroy.

The Major was brought out of his strategic daydream when he heard an odd rhythmic series of thumps below his Gareth. He looked down and saw an unusual Knightmare plodding through the street below. It had no landspinner system, two large legs, a large gun that the Major assumed was its right arm, accompanied by a smaller gun for its left arm, and a rotund torso that seemed to lack any sort of recognizable head. Its ruby red/black color scheme caused it to stick out like a sore thumb in the city terrain.

'An enemy unit,' Eckhard thought as he charged the Gareth's arm mounted Hadron Machine Guns. He grinned as the weapons reached full capacity as his Gareth floated down in what he assumed was the front of the strange Knightmare. "Die!" He shouted as he pulled the trigger.

The strange Knightmare frame stumbled backward as the red Hadron bullets stitched a diagonal line from its right leg to left shoulder. The unusual frame's legs kept it upright under the barrage for ten seconds before it toppled to the ground.

"It's still intact?" The Major said, awestruck as his Gareth floated up to the Knightmare for a closer look. The unknown frame was only a little larger than his Gareth, about 6.5 meters at best. What surprised Eckhard the most was the apparent lack of Slash Harkens on the Knightmare. 'Just what kind of enemies are we fighting?' He thought in shock.

Eckhard was soon knocked out of this dumbfounded state. Literally. He snapped back into reality as three emerald green beams of light nailed his Gareth's head, turning it to molten slag in a split-second. He looked up from the downed Knightmare as the missile-lock alarm blared in his ears and saw a quintet of missiles headed straight for him from the other end of the boulevard. Eckhard grimaced as he activated the Gareth's landspinners in full reverse and shot backward. He defensively covered the cockpit with the Gareth's arms as he braced for impact.

Unfortunately for Eckhard, he underestimated the missiles' combined punch. The Major winced as the right arm of his Gareth was blown off at the elbow and the Knightmare was knocked clear off its feet. He struggled with the controls for about twenty seconds before the Gareth was on its feet again. Now he faced two enemy Knightmares. The one that he'd almost turned into Swiss cheese with his Hadron guns, and a new opponent.

The second Knightmare was at least half a meter shorter than the first one. Like its compatriot, its feet also lacked landspinners and its knees pointed backwards, giving it the appearance of a giant metal chicken. Its tall legs made up all of its height, each leg attached to one side of the cockpit. A box-shaped missile rack sat atop the frame, while a small barrel stuck out of the nose of the cockpit, and two other guns stuck on the outside of the 'hip joints' of the Knightmare. A pair of short, stubby wings protruded from the back.

"Shit…" Eckhard cursed under his breath as charged the Hadron Machine gun in his Gareth's left arm. Luckily for him the float system hadn't taken damage, so he could escape if things got out of hand.

"This should be fun." He thought as he prepared to fire his all six of the Gareth's hip-mounted Slash Harkens at the already damaged enemy frame.

To his surprise, both frames immediately did an about face and started to retreat. Two jets of blue flame ignited underneath the cockpit of the newcomer Knightmare and it shot off into the night sky toward some other part of the city.

"You're not getting away from me!" Eckhard shouted at the first Knightmare as a pillar of exhaust erupted from a box on its back. He pulled the trigger for his Slash Harkens and fired all six, aiming high to hit the frame as it took off. He guessed the trajectory of the frame's path correctly. Four of the Slash Harkens smashed through the frame's already damaged left leg, while the other two anchors slammed into the box that was the source of the exhaust. There was an explosion from that box as Eckhard pulled the Harkens back to the Gareth, mangling the frame's left leg in the process. But that wasn't the worst of it for the enemy pilot. The explosion sent the frame hurtling toward the ground, where it impaled itself 'face-first' on a lamp post. There was about two second period before the frame exploded with more force than the normal death of a Knightmare frame and took out the building beside the lamp post in the explosion. The EU Major activated his Gareth's float system and headed for the Champ-Elyees.

Ruins of UFN Paris Office, La Défense Business District

2344 hours MST

August 10th, a.t.b.

The crackling of the Vulture's comm channel was a rude awakening from a pleasant daydream.

"This is Firefly Lance leader!" A male voice gasped over Morrighan's comm, "Urbie 8 just bought it fighting the EU commander!"

'The first 'Mech to get destroyed was an UrbanMech. Figures,' Morrighan thought as she sat up in the pilot seat and donned her neurohelmet. "Keep me posted Worm." She said, referring to the Firefly's pilot by his callsign.

"Oracle, this is Piranha Alpha Lance Leader," called in another voice over the comm, using Morrighan's callsign instead of her real name or rank. "The Panzerrfausts are moving up the wide avenue on the Arc de Triomphe now. They've already covered one third of the distance. Requesting permission to engage."

"Negative Twitch." Morrighan said calmly, "Piranha Alpha and Beta Lances are to hold fire until all the Knightmares are three-quarters of the way to the avenue before engaging. I'll have Archery Lance soften them up for you."

"Affirmative."

"You heard that Skippy?" Morrighan asked the leader of the Duan Gung lance that was perched atop the skyscrapers above her.

"Copy that Oracle. Acquiring target lock now."

"Oracle, this is Puma 3," said a new voice over the comm, "I have a visual Black Knight VTOLs approaching from the Southwest. "

"I copy that Hammer," Morrighan said, slightly exasperated, "Hold your fire and continue to observe their movements. Keep me updated."

"So how's it feel to be the one giving all the orders Oracle," Tamhas asked as his face popped up on the vidcom.

"To be honest Grandmaster, it's really stressing," Morrighan replied, calling her superior by his callsign.

"Now you know how I feel." Tamhas said dully, "And since I'm on an open channel with you three, power up your 'Mechs now, cause you're gonna need them soon." He paused before he added, "Oh and Playmate...STOP MOONING THE VIDCOM WITH YOUR CLOTHES ON!" There was a squeal of fright from Madde's comm channel before the vidcom shut off.

Morrighan sighed and started a systems diagnostic on the Vulture.

Ashford University, Japan

1201 hours MST

August 11th, 2020 a.t.b.

Kallen Kozuki sat inside the meeting room of the Ashford University Student Council building, futilely trying to keep herself preoccupied with the work given to her by Student Council President Rivalz. Kallen, as the vice-president, had a larger workload than the other three members of the Student Council. She adjusted the green skirt on the university uniform for the umpteenth time that day and glared at Gino Weinberg and the other Student Council member, an Irish transfer student named Conley Sullivan. The two were currently engaged of a game of chess with Gino losing badly.

"Hey Gino!" Rivalz shouted as he burst inside the Student Council room, "Turn on the news!" Gino muttered something about breaking his concentration as he snatched the remote off the table and turned on the TV hanging on the far wall.

"This is Milly Ashford of KT Television with an update on the situation in Paris."

"Our correspondents in France managed to establish contact with the German branch of KT Television and sent us this footage. Here is the world's first look at the enemy's Knightmares. Viewer discretion is advised, the footage may be graphic."

Kallen stopped what she was doing and watched as the TV began with the image a Panzer-Hummel get its cockpit annihilated by a round from an UrbanMech's autocannon. 'The cameraman must be terrified', she thought as she noticed the shaking of the screen.

Suddenly the camera jerked to the right and showed a humanoid Knightmare frame as it incinerated another pair of Panzer-Hummels with a quartet of massive flamethrowers. The sound of screeching tires could be heard as the Knightmare turned to face the camera. Four jets of flame shot toward the screen and then everything went to static.

Author's Note:

For those of you who're wondering if I'm going to use MechWarriors for the BattleTech universe, I plan on using mostly OCs.