Hey Everybody, sorry for the long wait, but writers block, other stories, and life, have prevented me from updating as regularly as I should.
HOWEVER, pleased to say that I have finally (to an extent lol) overcome this hurdle by deciding to portray my story like this :P. Hopefully you all enjoyed the background chapters that I have done, BUT I do believe its time to get to the story, and move forward with my vision (which I confess was inspired by a fanfic story that is no longer here :(...but hey, putting down ideas is what Fanfic is all about lol.
Anyways, back to the story.
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Despite the fact that our beloved nation had just been subjected to a cowardly sneak attack against our armed forces, the upper levels of government showed a distinct lack of concern for Europe's current predicament.
While hundreds of thousands of young men and woman rushed to offer their services to their nation, the leaders of Parliament, who had been entrusted with preserving the freedom and security of the citizens of Europe, treated the developing war like it was merely another minor incident for them to deal with.
What did it matter if some military base at the farthest edges of our territory got attacked? There was no reason to treat it like an emergency. And even if Britannia was once again trying to erase the descendants of those who banished them from Mother Europe, they would quickly grow tired of the effort of expending the effort to add a few more miles of empty wasteland to their cancerous Empire.
Luckily however, there did exist a fair number of politicians, President Churchill among them, who rightly recognized that these 'useless pieces of land' were in fact vital to the continued security of our nation.
However, their efforts to ensure that these first defeats would not happen again proved to be largely fruitless.
Thanks to the corrupt, narrow minded nature of Parliament, President Churchill failed to pass the conscription act of 216, though it would eventually be adopted 2 years later when it became clear that more soldiers were needed. The United European Army was further weakened due to the fact that the individual countries preferred to utilize the patriotism of the volunteers by sending them into the newly established Independent Security Armies, which were in fact nothing more than a glorifed police force. And the fact that numerous corporations were unwilling to retool their factories to meet the demands of the war, though they quickly changed their minds if their political puppets could guarantee them lucrative contracts and other financial guarantees.
Thankfully, despite all these measures, it did not prevent numerous heroes from offering themselves for frontline service, and it was because of this mindset that the new Europe has risen from the ashes of near defeat to become one of the most powerful nations in the world.
For amongst those gallant untested heroes was the man who would not only defeat the encroaching Imperial Hordes, but would also rid Mother Europe of the traitors who had nearly led her to ruin.
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Closing the recently published account of Europe's experience during the Great War, which I had only been able to complete the first 3 chapters before the responsibilities of my position forced me to return to it at a later time, I took a moment to consider just how effective this book, along with other pieces of carefully scripted text, would be in cementing my image as the savior of this country.
I must say, as far as revisionist history goes, those glorified clerks of the Ministry of Propaganda have really outdone themselves this time. While they might have exaggerated some crucial details, the most memorable being how much the previous government hobbled the military's efforts to combat the Britannian's during the early stages of the war, they nevertheless presented an ideal version of history that few could deny.
The Britannian Empire's treacherous, if effective attacks against our unprepared forces in Siberia and South Africa, followed soon after by the landing of a numerically superior invading force.
The Empire's attempts to enslave, if not exterminate, local populations in their efforts to 'reclaim their ancestral territories'.
Our government's actions in hobbling the war effort, best exemplified by the withholding hundreds of thousands of potential soldiers from the front lines, and a reluctance to resort to economic measures that would support the war effort.
And perhaps the most important aspect of all, the series of circumstances that resulted in the abandonment of the path that I would have taken had the Britannian Emperor decided to delay the attempted conquest of Europe.
It's almost ironic really.
That a 1st year medical student, who possessed no military background whatsoever, would grow to become one of the most successful military commanders Europe had ever seen. And thanks to my equally capable allies, the most important of whom had remained at my side since we were children, I had also managed to achieve what Napoleon could not.
Again I consider the irony of the fact that in order to save Europe from the control of a despotic tyrant, I have had to adopt many characteristics of our enemy's society in order to preserve our independence.
But then again, though I'm sure many former politicians would disagree with me, these measures were for the better, even if they did spit upon the principles that had resulted in the formation of the EU.
The consolidation of the state armies into a greatly expanded military force, whose members were required to speak at least one of the three official languages of the new Europe if they were to have the privilege of fighting for their country. Which of course was taught to them while they carried out their required 3 years of service to the state.
The series of unification acts that ensured that the separate countries of Europe were no longer able to act in their own selfish interests, as was the case when the former government operated as a confederation of separate nations rather than a unified force.
Of course this measure had met with some resistance during my 1st year of service, particularly from those fools who had supported those traitors that tried to secure separate peace agreements with the Empire, but thanks to my loyal subordinates, the most important being my slightly sadistic childhood friend, the unlucky ones were now enjoying a state paid location to the Arctic Circle, while the more fortunate had the pleasure of meeting a firing squad.
The curtailing of certain civil and human rights to ensure that the new Europe's security would not be weakened from within had also met some resistance, though not from the quarter I had expected. The people were quite willing to trade in some liberties to ensure their continued security from the threat of Britannian rule, though the same could not be said for those politicians who abused the democratic system for their own ends.
I hate to agree with anything said by that pompous windbag, but he was right in stating that Democracy cannot survive in this day and age.
Perhaps it can once the so called Holy Empire has been reduced to a desolate wasteland, but I have my doubts.
And perhaps the most important measure of all, the investment of total executive and judicial power in the man responsible for saving the nation from becoming the latest victim of Britannia's rather heavy handed colonial policy.
All of these measures had resulted in the creation of the Gross Europa Reich, and unlike the former politicians who had once comprised the majority of the now powerless Parliament, I had no intention of allowing myself to forget that Britannian is, and will forever remain our greatest enemy.
Unfortunately, I was prevented from continuing my internal musings by the sudden, but nevertheless expected arrival of the only person in the Reich whose hatred of our powerful enemy matched my own.
"Good morning your supreme chancellorship. And how is Germany's favorite son doing today? I trust the task of governing a nation that encompasses nearly the entirety of two continents hasn't caused you to forget that we have a meeting to attend"?
Chuckling at the rather flippant nature of my strong right hand, who I must admit looked rather attractive in the black colored uniform that signified her as a member, if not the head, of Europe's new Internal Security Division, I decided to humor my fellow German with a reply.
"That's not like you Karina. You're forgetting my involvement in continuing to ferment armed resistance in those lands who unfortunately lacked the necessary strength to ensure that they didn't become yet another numbered territory of the Brits. Odd how that slipped your mind considering the role your agency plays in supporting these patriotic movements".
Receiving a dismissive wave from the head of the ISD, I was largely unsurprised on how she so easily agreed with my statement.
"I suppose you have a point. Though if every resistance group was as stubborn in accepting our aid as the Japanese were, you'd probably decide to leave them to the Brits. At least the South Africans, and those who continue to live in the Siberian provinces are far more willing to accept the aid of an Evil Dictatorship".
Snorting in amusement as I was reminded of the latest attempt made by the Empire to discredit the legitimacy of my government, which was kind of funny considering that their nation was a total monarchy, whose current ruler only got the job after killing all of his family members, and expressed my own views on the nature of our stolen territories.
"Considering the rather brutal nature of the Brit colonial authorities, it's easy to see why they would be willing to overlook the fact that the Europe they were once apart of no longer exists. Though I suppose our allies in the Middle East have a rather different reason for accepting our aid".
Glancing at one of the numerous maps that littered my office, with the one that had caught my interest being the one that represented the current situation in central Arabia, it was easy to see why the Middle Eastern Federation would be desperate to receive any bit of resistance we could give them.
Though the amount of territory they had possessed before their current difficulties was substantial, though greatly inferior to that possessed by the Reich and the other 2 global super powers, their lack of any substantial industrial base ensured that they would inevitably fall against an invading power.
Luckily for them however, not only did the Reich possess the necessary manufacturing capabilities to lend aid to the Federation, but it also recognized that it's best interests laid in ensuring that its Southern flank was secured by the presence of a friendly power.
With that in mind, and knowing that Karina probably already had the answer to my question in that pale blonde head of hers, I nevertheless asked the question regarding our so called allies.
"I take it that they are still begging us to increase the delivery of our shipments to them?
Giving me a look that clearly stated that I was an idiot to even ask such a question, though we both knew that she would only do so when there was no one else to see, Karina scoffed before she nodded her head.
"That's putting it mildly. Not only do they want us to double the monthly amount of Panther IIIs, but they've also begun asking whether or not we can send them 2 platoons of MKI Hummels, or even a Viking or 2. Along with the usual shipments of ammo, fuel, and medical supplies of course".
Though my first intention was to laugh at the absurdity of their request, I took a moment to ponder whether or not it would be possible to fulfil this latest attempt to increase their shopping list.
Supplying them with ammunition and fuel had never been an issue, even if the idiots could have solved their own problems by expanding their oil industry. But as for the knightmares, and to a lesser extent the more traditional vehicles of warfare, that was slightly more problematic.
Since Europe's Sakuradite reserves were far less plentiful than those possessed by the Brits, though thankfully we could now produce a synthetic variant to provide us with double of what we would have had before, every knightmare was a valuable commodity. Which meant that the Federation's situation would have to be truly dire before I authorized any large-scale shipment of the knightmares, let alone the meager amounts they were asking for.
The Panther IIIs on the other hand, while still a combat worthy machine, was no longer the standard tank for Europe's Armored Forces. Which meant that there were tens of thousands in storage that could be shipped to more….active fields of combat.
However, if the Federation's new shopping list was any hint, it appeared that they were willing, however grudgingly, to admit that only the forces of the Reich could save from becoming latest territorial acquisition of Britannia. That being said however, while I was willing to interfere in their war in order to safeguard the security of our southern flank, that did not mean that I would refuse to ensure that there would be some guarantees on how these resources would be used.
With this in mind, I turned my attention back towards my smirking confidant, confident that my latest plan would receive her full backing.
"Tell the Federation that while we are happy to increase shipment of the Panthers by around 25%, I'm afraid that their requests for knightmares will only be fulfilled if we are allowed to pilot these frames with our soldiers".
Seeing her eye's narrow in suspicion, though I knew that was only because she felt the need to ensure that I had considered the risks in such an endeavor, I found myself restraining my own very real impulse to smirk as she tried to figure out what I was up to.
"But won't that be a violation of the accords? Far be it for me to flinch at the chance to bloody the Brits, but I would have thought that you'd want to wait another year or two before we resumed open hostilities".
Flashing her a grin that basically said that I was enjoying the fact that I had managed to keep her from guessing my intentions, something that was rarely done since we were children, I decided to have pity on her and tell her my idea.
"And I still intend to. However, there is nothing in the Bejing peace treaty that forbids us from sending military advisors to help aid a struggling nation. And since Standartenführer Malcal currently commands an entire regiments worth of embittered exiles, I believe it would be most beneficial to send her and her team on an extended holiday to Bagdad".
And there's that look of understanding that I have been waiting for, though judging by the slight narrowing of her eyes, I expect that she will do something later to get back at me for thinking something she had not.
Oh well, at least she agrees with my idea.
"Indeed. After our meeting, I'll be sure to tell her to pack for a much warmer climate than she's currently enjoying. I trust you want me to remind her of the usual security protocols for missions of this nature"?
Taking a moment to think about it while I put on my military grade overcoat, I decided to shake my head in the negative.
"Considering she is a member of the ISD, albeit the combat arm of it, I don't believe you have to remind her. Especially after that last little stunt you pulled with one of her soldiers".
Receiving a smile that once again reminded that the only thing more terrifying than a sadist was an attractive one with power, Karina voiced her agreement.
"Such a shame that I have a weakness for girls in uniforms, epically since the only man I find attractive is too busy with the affairs of state to take our friendship to the next level. But I digress. I'm sure that the lovely Standartenführer easily remembers what I did to Sturmmann Sayama for his momentary lapse of judgment. He probably would have received more than a broken limb or two if it wasn't for the fact that his superior officer was wearing that skin tight uniform of a pilot. Still, I must admit that apart from that incident, Malcal has proven to be an effective leader. And to think you almost shipped her to Norilsk just because she was a Britannian".
Cautiously nodding in agreement with the head of the Reich's security forces, for this was not the first time she had commented on my reluctance to enjoy her rather enticing offer, I considered the last part of her statement regarding the former Brit.
It had indeed been my first impulse to send Malcal and others like her to the Gulag, but luckily, I was convinced to make use of the more…agreeable elements of Brit society, which I am most pleased to say have paid off splendingly.
Noticing that it was time to depart, I gestured Karina to follow me as I made my way out of my inner sanctum.
"You have a point. Now, I trust that all the necessary participants have arrived for today's meeting. Or do I have to once again remind General Dornberger that he can afford to spend some time away from his project"?
In truth I didn't really mind having underlings who showed extreme dedication to their work, but it was always good to remind them that I had limits on how much I would put up with their intricacies.
Luckily for the head of one of the many secret projects that I had commissioned once I obtained power, Karina indicated that there would be no need for reminders today.
"Nope. There all on time today, with the possible exception of Landa. But considering the nature of the mission you sent him on, I suppose it's somewhat understandable".
Snorting at in amusement as I considered the various circumstances that my clandestine diplomat undoubtedly faced while performing his appointed task, I had to voice my agreement.
"That's true. Diplomacy is a rather difficult field when you're trying to negotiate with a group of prideful plutocrats who believe their continued existence is due to the success of their resistance. Makes me wonder what would happen if the Brit's managed to send a more competent colonial administrator instead of that idiotic peacock they have now".
Earning a snicker from my fellow German, I found myself nodding my head in agreement with her answer.
"They would probably be wiped out in a month. 2 at most. Though I suppose if Chuck could be persuaded to send one of the Rounds, even that bitch Enneagram, Japan could be pacified within 2 weeks".
Smirking at Karina's disrespectful attitude towards the Emperor, as well as the mention of perhaps the only woman alive who could annoy her more than I ever could on my best day, I kept my peace as thought of the nature of Britannia's most troublesome Area.
It was kind of funny really.
If the Japanese military had followed Genbu Kururugi's initial policy of do or die resistance, then the territory known as Area 11 would probably be relatively peaceful.
Instead, due to his cowardice, the island nation wasn't raized to the ground. Thus ensuring not only the rapid reconstruction of the country, but also the preservation of the defeated remnants of their once overly proud military.
Of course they have no real chance to defeat the Brits since they lack the numbers and organization to be more than an nuisance, but that hasn't stopped them from trying to retake their country.
And since every Britannian solider and knightmare that is devoted to counter insurgency is one less the Wehrmacht has to face, it stands to reason that I would encourage these freedom fighters/terrorists to continue their doomed struggle.
For as useless as Clovis la Britannia is as a military leader, the forces at his command will ensure that Japan will remain part of the Empire.
And considering the fractured nature of the Japanese resistance, Kyto's backing non withstanding, it is unlikely that any group in Area 11 will become strong enough to seriously challenge this state of affairs.
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ANNNND DONE :)
This one took a bit to do, but then came to the brilliant idea to once again try by writing it in story form, not by historical text lol
I confess, I borrow HEAVILY on certain aspects from various European dictator ships...Gulags, Black shirted security forces with a military wing. But hey, I think it all works :P
As I've stated before, I dont believe Democracy would work in the Code Geass Universe, at least pre Zero Requiem, so believe that in order for Europe to survive, it must change drastically.
Will be incorporating elements from Akito the exiled into this, but changed of course to reflect the new Europe.
And hopefully you enjoyed my OCs. Still fine tuning their characteristics...but I'm am pleased with what I have so far. Cause afterall...Who doesnt like a Bisexual Sadist in a uniform XD. Also playing around with the idea of having Code Geass's most underused character playing a large role in this story, cause from other sources (whether they be fanfic, manga, or other) Nonette Enneagram is a fun character. Espeically her relationship with Cornelia XD
As you can tell...the MAIN story is set during R1..so lots of potential fun with that.
Anyways...not sure when next chapter will be up since I am trying to update all of my fave stories first before I make new chapters...but hopefully the wait wont be as long.
So REVIEWS/COMMENTS/SUGGESTIONS are wanted. FLAMMERS AND GRAMMAR ENTHUSIASTS are not...though I will go back to edit the chapter if it needs to be done.
Til next time.
Heil Europa.
