Not a lot going on this chapter, this is more of a buildup for what's coming. I wanted to get this chapter out for those of you who are asking.

Chapter 1

Area 11

There were quite a few things that Kallen hated, public events, dancing, most of her family, but those had no bearing on her right now in her distaste of the circumstances. No, right now, she was reminded just how much she hated flying. It wasn't the act of flying that she hated, no, it was the fact that she wasn't the one doing the piloting herself. She hated having her life in someone else's hands that she did not personally vet or even talk to in depth before flying to get a measure of the person.

But it was even deeper than that, if she was going to admit it. She hated having her life in anyone's hands, especially after the last seven years of her life. Seven years in which she was denied what she had wanted to do with her life and been forced into what she was now.

While she had admired Empress Marianne, she had wanted more than anything to be a lawyer in order to help people in need. It was something she felt she had to do, especially with what happened to those who were conquered by Britannia. It was made even more urgent when her mother's homeland had fallen and become yet another area.

Alas, here she was now…

"Kallen," came Cornelia's voice, ripping her out of her thoughts and causing her to focus back into the here and now, "are you even listening?"

"Sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?"

Cornelia let out an exasperated sigh. Despite knowing Kallen for years now, it never ceased to frustrate her when the younger woman would let her attention wander away from what needed to be talked about.

"I was telling you how our gambit is collectively blowing up in our faces."

Kallen was never one for expressions Cornelia knew having known the girl since she was eleven, so when her lips twitched downward slightly, she knew that to be the equivalent of an angry scowl.

Of course, there was good reason for that. When Kallen started showing her skills at the tender age of fourteen and began making a name for herself, her family began suggesting in noble circles that they were open to the idea of marrying her off to improve the standing of the family. It wasn't necessarily her parents that were supportive of it, but Kallen was, because of her brother running off, the only person that could be used to restore the family's lost prestige due to her father. As a result, Kallen had been bombarded with various suitors who wanted her for what she could be instead of who she was. Tied with the fact that her family was attempting to pimp her out to the highest bidder, Kallen had come to her as she was her patron and sought a way to stop the attempts of her family.

As it so happened, Cornelia was the legal steward of the vi Britannia estate, a duty that she had taken after Lelouch and Nunnally had been sent to Japan, intent on making sure they had something to come back to, but they never did and Cornelia had desperately held onto it in the hope that they would be found alive, so much so to take a public stance in opposition to the Emperor's declaration. In any other circumstance she would have not held a candle to the declaration, but she had come using a very old Britannian custom practiced by the nobility in time before coming to the Americas, where as the steward of the vi Britannia estate, she could seek to continue the vi Britannia line by selecting someone to continue the family in absentia of the actual bloodline. It had amused the Emperor to where he had allowed it and effectively hamstringed the attempt to liquidate everything that the vi Britannias possessed, but also placed Cornelia in a difficult position as to selecting who would fulfill that role.

So when Kallen came to her with her problem, it had been a union of interests. There was no doubt in Cornelia's mind that Kallen could and would exemplify everything that Empress Marianne had represented and would therefore be an acceptable choice. At the same time, Kallen would be impervious to her family's overtures that were now reaching as far as gauging the interest of her siblings for Kallen's hand. So much so that Schneizel became involved in Kallen's development.

Using those same old laws, Kallen was made the fiancéeto her brother in his absence, and therefore out of the reach of any possible suitors to take advantage of it. At the same time, it served to protect the estate from Cornelia's family, and it provided Kallen the protection she needed.

However, it seemed that that the plan was in jeopardy.

"What went wrong," the redhead asked.

"It's the fact that you are supposed to continue the vi Britannia line," Cornelia replied, trying her best to keep the disgust from her tone, "I never believed that my father would take it so far, but he has made it clear that you have to restore the vi Britannia line, or he will personally intervene in the matter."

There was a long pause from Kallen, her eyes narrowed in stern contemplation at what she had just said. Finally, when she spoke, it was in a question.

"Intervene in what way?"

This drew a sigh from her, knowing that Kallen would not like what she was about to say. In fact, she was disgusted by the thought herself considering it reminded her of just exactly who her father was.

"If, by your eighteenth birthday, that you are unable to begin the reestablishment of the vi Britannia line through Lelouch, then you will become the next Imperial Consort to my father."

There was a very long pause from Kallen, as she absorbed the information that had been given to her by Cornelia. Cornelia could only watch as Kallen reached into her breast pocket and extracted her cigarillos. Normally, she would remind Kallen that smoking around her was not appreciated, but in this case, she could make an exception.

Except that Kallen did not smoke, instead, she just placed the cigarillo in her mouth as she turned her head to look out the window at the clouds outside.

"Kallen," she asked, finding it odd that there was no comment from the redhead. Usually, in private, she was quite open with her thoughts and opinions.

"You know," Kallen said softly, her eyes fixed on outwards to the sky, "it just makes sense I can't avoid my family's intentions no matter what I do. Only it seems that they keep getting an upgrade while I get damned with something worse every attempt. Consort...maybe the Black Knights will get lucky and save me from that hell."

"Kallen," now she was worried. She had never seen the younger woman so defeated.

"Cornelia, I consider you a good friend, so don't take this the wrong way, but I refuse to become another piece of ass for your horn dog of a father. I've made it readily apparent to my family, so I will make it once again readily apparent, I refuse that life."

It was then that she got to her feet, a disgusted noise escaping her throat, "I'm going to borrow your Knight, I need some steam to blow off."

She nodded, finding no reason to disagree with Kallen, whose life had always seemed to be at someone else's mercy. To be honest, she actually felt bad for Guilford, who had been a frequent sparring partner for Kallen before she became a Knight of the Round, if Kallen was like this then he was going to have his hands full.

"Just make sure he's presentable when we get to Area 11, I don't want the media getting the wrong idea and I would like for my Knight to actually be ready for what is coming."

"No promises, Nelly," the redhead said, striding with a purpose out of the cabin for the back of the plane where their Knightmares were kept.


TRoG


"Out gambling again, Lelouch," Milly asked cattily to the ravenette whose were closed with his head propped on his arm.

"You should know that by now," Lelouch murmured, keeping his eyes closed. In actuality, his entire being ached at the moment, victim of another "fitness exam" that Suzaku had done, only it was more like hell that ended with Suzaku sparring with him after wearing him down with other physical activities. Honestly, his eyes opened up to slits to catch the smug look on his friend's face, he wondered is Suzaku didn't have a sadistic streak in him, even if it was for the best.

"Oh what will the girls think when they find out that their prince charming bats for the other team," Milly declared dramatically as she brought the back of her hand to her head, "I tried my best, but it seems that Lulu's heart has been claimed by Suzu here."

This left both boys sputtering at the announcement even as Shirley let out a squeal at the idea, Rivalz protested, and Nina's cheeks flushed at an image borne of an overactive imagination.

"Milly, I can tell you without any doubt, neither Lelouch and I are gay," Suzaku spoke, being the first of the two to recover.

"Ohhhh? But you two have always been so close and it seems when you two go gambling, you both come back exhausted and Lelouch either is limping or can't sit square in his seat."

There was a loud squeak as Nina's mind finally overloaded on the suggested imagery provided by Milly, the idea of her crush and the "Prince of Ashford" in a series of increasingly stimulating images, so much so that she simply slumped in her chair with a stupid look on her face.

"Milly," Lelouch growled, growing annoyed with the blond who seemed to be enjoying her moment.

"Oh, calm down Lulu, I'm just having fun," she replied, before placing her finger on her lips, "but maybe there is some merit to that, can you imagine the money we could generate if we had a series of pho-"

"No," Suzaku and Lelouch both shouted, looking at one another before back to Milly, "absolutely not."

"But Lulu, then you could get out of The Tempest," she suggested, knowing that the ravenette did not enjoy the fact that Milly's form of entertainment and the Council's money-making ability stemmed from him being used for some scheme or another.

"Absolutely not Milly. I refuse to be poster fodder for you, the same goes for Suzaku, so let's drop it and focus on the play, as much as I would rather not have to."

"Alright," she finally said, miffed by Lelouch. Seriously, why wouldn't he ever let her have any fun. Just getting him to do The Tempest was like pulling teeth, "so, Lydia won't be able to do the Ariel part."

This brought a sigh from the ravenette as he brought his hand to his face in exasperation, "Let me guess, she met an accident."

"Sprained her ankle."

Lelouch sighed, unable to restrain his frustration at Milly's antics. Not only did she want him to be Prospero in the Tempest, but some lucky girl in the Academy would be filling the role of Ariel. Unfortunately, it seemed that no one could last longer than a day because the fangirls within the Academy would be quick to act.

"Do we have someone else," he asked.

"Sophie."

This time Lelouch could not stifle his groan of frustration.


TROG


Has it really been seven years, Kallen thought as she stepped out from the interior of the plane and into the sun, her eyes taking in the land that had been her home for almost a decade of her life. She let out a breath after a few more minutes of observation of scenery that was nothing of what she remembered, the architecture of the maternal side of her family long gone, replaced with the jagged edges and unyielding shapes that were all Britannian and proceeded to down the stairs to where Cornelia stood waiting with an eyebrow arched in interest as to why she would be acting like this. But she didn't provide her an answer as she instead looked to Clovis la Britannia.

"Your Highness," she greeted, "Viceroy," she then added to acknowledge his other title and role in Area 11 as its head colonial administrator.

"Oh, you don't have to be like that Kallen, we're all family here," he responded, obviously not caring to be observant of the reason why both Cornelia and herself would be here, then again, that was par for the course for Clovis. She had to honestly wonder what the Emperor had been thinking when he appointed Clovis to the position, there was nothing that he offered and, in fact, all of his traits would only serve to worsen the situation in an already unstable atmosphere. It was small wonder that Area Eleven was not worse than it really was.

Then again, she thought as her eyes narrowed on the blonde, rebellions take time to build to a strength to rival Britannia. Just throwing us out would not be enough, they would need to be able to hold against our eventual counterattack. Clovis is perfect for those tasks to be cleared. I have a feeling we're sitting on a powderkeg. I wonder if Cornelia realizes it.

"Brother," Cornelia chose to spoke, trying to head off any verbal exchanges between the redhead and her brother, "it would have been preferable if we had been able to arrive without all of this fanfare."

That was true, but Kallen had left that out, she had become used to Clovis' propensity for publicizing and celebrating everything. She could just imagine what the papers would be saying, once they got through with the presence of Cornelia, they would likely focus upon her in not-so-nice terms. Not to mention, it would tip off everyone that now Britannia was taking things seriously. You did not deploy a Knight of the Round for a courtesy call.

She tuned out Clovis as he kept talking with Cornelia, her eyes instead raking through the crowd scanning for threats and taking her mind off of the matters of royals. There were plenty of people there of course, well-wishers, paparazzi and the like, but she wasn't looking for them in her exercise of vigilance. No, she was looking for those that did not belong or seemed to show an intent different than those around them. Sure enough, she found one such person as her eyes came to rest upon a man with with auburn hair who seemed to be watching her for reasons beyond the others around her. Their eyes met for a moment and he was quick to disappear into the crowd, which caused her lips to twitch just a slight bit lower.

"Kirney," she said softly.

"Got it," the black haired woman on her right responded, moving away from her position and moving into the crowd, intending to either capture the man that they had eyed, or get an image of the man and run him against the databases for a match for later interrogation.

"Kallen," Cornelia asked, catching the exchange.

"Possible security threat, Your Highness. We have it."

Cornelia merely nodded before going back to Clovis, "As much as you probably want to give us the entire red carpet treatment Clovis, I'm not here for a courtesy call. We need to speak privately."

It must have occurred to Clovis now just what was going on, as there was a tightening in his eyes even as he paled slightly, "Of course, dear sister. Right this way, we can get to the Viceroy's Palace shortly."

"Kallen?"

"Liliana, stay here and await Kirney's report. I'll be at the Viceroy's Palace. Adriana, stay here and help Lloyd get our units unloaded and prepped. We'll be running a patrol in the Shinjuku Ghetto tonight."

What had been a slight pallor bleached to a ghostly white as Clovis spoke, "Why the Shinjuku Ghetto, Lady Stadtfeld, and certainly why at night?"

"Call it a hunch."


TRoG


"So why are we in the ghetto," came the voice of Marika Soresi as their Knightmares stood upon one of the burnt out buildings that dominated the Shinjuku Ghetto, "I know we are here for a show of force, but there has to be some reason why we would go to a ghetto for that."

"It's not a show of force," Kirney replied, "as much as the Princess is hiding it, it's a takeover of the Viceroy's operations here in the Area. He has shown a distinct incapability to administer effectively."

"So, good for him, he's getting replaced. That doesn't explain why we are here," Adriana chimed in.

"We're here because Clovis is trying to hide something from the official reports," Kallen finally spoke, interrupting the banter between the quartet of girls.

"I don't see what it would be," this was Adriana, "official reports say that terrorists got their hands on a poison gas capsule, they deployed, and they got rebuffed, but not before destroying the canister."

"The only problem with that narrative is that Clovis deployed his own personal forces, including his royal guard, Adriana. The response is not comparable to the situation presented. If terrorists have a poison gas canister, then you deploy everything you have to retrieve or destroy it, not your personal forces."

"So, the Viceroy messed up, wouldn't be the first time."

"But he has Aspirus and Gottwald backing him up," Marika said, "it's not likely they would allow something like this, unless they were overruled by the Viceroy."

"And they would be sworn to silence unless asked by the Emperor," Liliana added in, "so, what would the Viceroy be hiding?"

"So you're saying that it wasn't poison gas," Adriana asked.

"It's likely," Kallen chose to end the banter. While it was an asset for those four to banter back and forth, there were times when it was not necessary. Besides, while they were on the right track, she was more focused upon the why of the principles. Why was the Shinjuku Ghetto chosen for the ambush, because it was a textbook what she could glean from the battle records. Was there something special about this region, or was it the best site available. That was why she was here, to ascertain just that and maybe draw out what Clovis faced, the tantalizing aspect of being able to kill a Knight of the Round would be too much for many terrorists. Maybe through that would they be able to get some information.

Her eyes narrowed as the factsphere sensors scanned the surroundings. It was one of the demands she had made of Lloyd was to enhance the factspheres so the Lancelot could fulfill a larger purpose than its original design as a theater superiority model, now it could act as a long range scout for forces with the best sensor suite in the Empire. It also helped to give her an excuse for long solo assignments where she could be by herself. Still, in this situation, it allowed her the opportunity to scan the majority of the Ghetto and analyze it to find any possible threats.

In her mind there was something definitely larger going on here, something that wasn't right that neither Cornelia or herself was aware of. Even the OSI was mum on what may be going on here, considering asking for any information from the OSI, even at her clearance, was like pulling teeth. So, she was left with the role of gathering intelligence before she could make a decision on where to from here.

It was a successful arrangement between Cornelia and herself ever since she had been allowed to pilot. In recognition of her prowess, Cornelia had allowed her to act independently on the battlefield, with almost every single instances paying off for the both of them either in intelligence or destroyed enemy units. It was part of the reason that Kallen had quickly ascended into the Knights of the Round because she had brought results in her actions.

"Head's up," Kallen finally spoke, "we have company."

It was true, as the factspheres were picking up a pair of Sutherlands several blocks away looking right at her, their own factspheres activated and scanning her.

She was about to order pursuit when the factsphere picked up another thing in the distance, this time a figure that stood on a building that was too far away for her to make out the features, but that did not take away from the fact that she could easily tell that whoever it was was watching her through binoculars.

The order died in her throat as she recognized that they were on their home turf, which meant that in all likelihood she was only seeing what their commander wanted them to see. All in all, it was more than likely they would be leading her unit into a trap just like Clovis.

Now it was becoming clear that was exactly what had happened. Whatever the terrorists had taken, it had been with the intention of luring Clovis and his assets into this ghetto to destroy them. This entire ghetto had been set up as a trap and she was not interested in sharing Clovis' fate.

"We're done here," she commanded, "RTB."

"Roger, Boss Lady."


TRoG


"She's not going for the bait."

"No," Lelouch murmured, watching through binoculars as the Lancelot turned and jumped off the building, "No, she is not Suzaku. Then again, I would have been disappointed if she had fallen for such a cheap trick."

"I would have preferred it if she just had," the brunette growled, "would have made our lives a bit easier."

"Wishful thinking, more than likely it would bring Britannia down on us like an avalanche, we're not ready for that just yet."

"And the Goddess of Victory and the Knight of Two aren't an avalanche?"

Lelouch scowled and looked to the brunette, "They are a pittance against the full might that they would bring to bear if they knew I was here leading you, Suzaku. There's a reason why they sent a kill team to the shrine, and it wasn't to kill your father."

"I know that Lelouch," Suzaku retorted irritably, the anticipation of facing the Knight of Two ebbing into disappointment. He had actually looked forward to seeing if the Knight of Two would provide him with an opportunity to pit the Guren Nishiki against the Lancelot, "but there is only so long we can put off the rebellion before Katase and Kirihara get impatient."

"Soon Suzaku," the ravenette said, turning to face him the brunette and placing his hand on the teen's shoulder, "I promise you I will honor the trust you placed in me seven years ago. By the time we are done, not only will Japan be free and resurgent, but the rest of the world will be free of the cancer that is the Britannian Empire."

"I'll hold you to it Lelouch," Suzaku replied, a few moments of silence between the two, before he spoke again, "we better get back home. The last thing we need is for Milly to give us more of this morning."

"God no."