Hello~ Been a while. Mostly because my laptop got the blue screen of death and died on me all of a sudden. Annoyingly most of my notes that weren't on my google drive were lost but I still have a backup in a hard drive but it is severely lacking with the new ideas I had come up with recently. Anyway, the next chapter won't be as late and will be somewhere near the middle of the month.

A few things to warn you about, I'm going to change and outright completely destroy some notions of a few characters and I'll be hinting them in this chapter. What they are I won't say because it'll be a spoiler. I won't correct anyone even if what they say is completely the opposite of what I was planning no matter how much it vexes me.

Anyway enjoy this chapter and expect the Soldier's Code update pretty soon.

Stay safe y'all

Without further ado, I will be issuing a spoiler warning for this fanfic. The OC has in-depth knowledge of Code Geass and information will be spoilt throughout the story,

This is Metalhound signing off.

PlasticWolf nor I, MetalHound, do not own Code Geass. Code Geass is owned by Sunrise, Goro Taniguchi, Ichirō Ōkouchi and Clamp. In addition any other animation works that's mentioned are all owned by their respective creators as well as owners. Please support the official release.

Honorary Mention to Code Geass Fanfiction Writers F.C.C.S and Allora Gale. Read their stories as they are far more original than mine. Self deprecating humor ftw lol.

"Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you"- Speaking.

'Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you' - Character's Thoughts.

"Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you" - Telecommunications.

"[Japanese: Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you]" - Language change

"LELOUCH VI BRITANNIA COMMANDS YOU" - Speakers or Intensity

"Lelouch vi Britannia commands you" - Geass Command

(Flashback) Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you - Flashback or Intro recap

Please suspend your disbelief.

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Previously

Hi there, my name is Jason Jung Ehn Everett.

"What!? I'm fucking busy right now! Whoever this is, call me later!"

I'm a 25 year old male born to an American Father and a Korean Mother whom I love very much.

"I am only going to say this once... Surrender."

I have an older sibling who I am quite close with. My hobbies include watching anime, reading manga, cosplaying and listening to music.

"You two... I'm about to do something that hopefully will stop this... "

I'm a Mid Level Office worker with a decent salary. I don't have a girlfriend but I have friends who I can call family.

"I said someone was coming to pick me up. That someone is going to take me to the G1 so relax. I will be okay."

Did I mention I'm in the body of an anime character from a TV show that I watched from high school?

'Okay, now I just need to Geass him and... wait a fucking minute...How exactly did that happen again?!'

Now

The male known as Jason, or Lelouch depending on who you ask, was currently pacing around the destroyed streets of Shinjuku agitated. Why? It is mostly due to the fact that he couldn't exactly remember how to cast his Geass.

Finding a broken off fragment of a mirror he picks it up and stares into the reflection of his own eye with an intense focus. No matter how hard he squinted or made his eyes go wide or do anything he could thing of, he found himself dismayed over the fact that he did not see the sigil of the Geass emblazoned on his left pupil.

Throwing the mirror piece to the ground in a fit of anger, shattering it to even smaller pieces. Jason briefly wondered, being the superstitious sort of character, if breaking an already broken mirror will still cause 7 years of bad luck.

As if the universe heard his thoughts and confirmed it, the heavy sounds of tires echoed off the destroyed building through the streets. Sure enough, Jason could see a slightly damaged Sutherland heading his way.

"Oh- Fuck me sideways."

POV - ?

An injured soldier was slowly making his way to the G1 however fast he could despite his limping leg. The make shift crutch was doing wonders in alleviating pressure way from his injury.

The turquoised man nearly shattered his crutch in anger born from his perplexion. It's one thing if they were fighting terrorists but it was an entirely different thing if he had turncoats in his battalion.

His blood was boiling. Traitors. How could his battalion or anyone in the army could have something as foul as a traitor. Especially traitors who were sympathetic to these fucking Elevens. Have they already forgotten what these savages have done to their...

As much of a prideful man he was whenever his thoughts led him to his beloved Lady and her children... he was humble enough to admit he will shed tears unquestionably over their unjust deaths at the hand of these barbarians.

She did not deserved to be slaughtered by cowardly terrorists. Her children did not deserved to be murdered by the Elevens.

Wiping his eyes with his somewhat dirty sleeves, the man known as Lord Jeremiah of House Gottwald, turned his sadness into resolve and doubled his pace to the G1. While he may be injured, that didn't mean he couldn't still service as a commander and help coordinate his troops.

He grimaced as his thoughts brought him back to when he witnessed the troops break their encirclement.

While his body kept moving forward, his mind was occupied elsewhere.

No. It was an impossibility that there could have been turncoats. It was downright inconceivable. His Highness' battalion may lack the quality his had but he was sure that Prince Clovis would have never allowed any in his private troops to have ties with the Elevens.

That meant that these Eleven scumbags have somehow acquired their Knightmares from somewhere. Question was, where and more importantly from whom?

His attention snapped to the left when he heard the sounds of a Sutherland making it's way somewhere. The sound stopped just shy of a couple of blocks away from him.

'Good' the Margrave thought. It seemed that his fortunes were starting to turn. He limped his way to where the Knightmare was.

Calling out to the Devicer for assistance, Jeremiah turned the corner and could now see the Sutherland kneeling with one of its hands stretched out. Picking up what seems to be a young man. Judging by the lad's attire, a student of the illustrious Ashford Academy if his memory served him right.

"My word... how in the blazes did a student wander so far into the ghetto?" The Pureblood was horrified over the implications of how this youth could be here. Struggling to make his way to them, whatever voice he could muster to get their attention became stuck at the back of his throat as he saw the boy more clearly.

Without mercy, his strength leaves him in a moment of weakness and Jeremiah crumples onto the ground. Wide eyed with his gaze fixed firmly onto the raven haired youth.

The way the youth made his way into the cockpit was almost regal but it was his eyes that shocked Lord Gottwald. It unearthed a treasured but painful memory of his noble Queen and her children. Particularly her son. That air of amused indifference.

The mind of Jeremiah Gottwald numbs as he sees the all too familiar ghost from his past disappear into the cockpit and leave the are.

"C-Can it be...?" Muttering his last words, Lord Jeremiah Gottwald falls prone as all energy departs from his body. Leaving him alone in the middle of the streets.

It isn't until the battle is long over do a group of Britannian Medics discover him. What puzzled them and tactfully omitted from the report, was that the Margrave had a smile on his face with traces of tears that have long since dried up. If they had to describe how he looked: it would be that he looked as if a great weight was lifted from his shoulders.

Jason situated himself in a somewhat comfortable position as the Devicer whose call sign was Lanchester-03 was nervously looking around the area. Searching for any signs of the Eleven terrorists.

Lanchester-03, or rather his proper name John Cottingham, was making light conversation with Jason in an attempt to gain some rapport with the supposed Noble.

After all, it wouldn't hurt to know someone in the court if you were a soldier. Depending on how close you were with them they could request if the Noble could take the private off the field and serve as the Noble's private guard in the relative safety of their homeland.

What Private Cottingham didn't know or more plainly realize, in his understandable excitement, was that while Jason may look calm and collected, to a more unconvinced eye however revealed that he was metaphorically sweating bullets.

The Sutherland was making its way towards the G-1 and the Half American-Korean man was still nowhere near in manifesting his Geass. Sensing that he would need to spend a day or so to try, he ditched his plan to Geass Cottingham and was now formulating a new plan.

As a child, Jason was ridiculed constantly because of how he soaked up knowledge like a sponge and could retain the information far better than anyone else. Freak being the most common insult thrown his way.

Now however he was thanking whatever deity watching him that he had this quirk despite the troubles that came with it. Jason was currently using it to the best he could.

Out of all the fictional or mythological stories young Jason came across, Code Geass was something that latched onto him and didn't let go. Whether it was because of the story or the characters, Jason had an unhealthy obsession with the show.

That meant reading a ton of fanfictions on the net and reading as many side stories that were available. He preferred fanfictions over the official works due to the insane amount of available stories available.

Due to this obsession, Jason became a human library of sorts regarding this franchise.

Thanks to the boost in brain power provided by Lelouch's natural intellect, he quickly brainstormed ideas of how he should proceed next. Despite the boost however he lacked the time and could only come short of 4 different ideas or routes he could take and hope for the best. None of them original and were all based on stories he read upon once a long time ago.

There were currently 4 or rather 3 different ideas or routes he could take and hope for the best

Number 1 of these routes. Take the same trajectory as the Black & White fanfiction he read a while back. Problem was that there was no Lelouch Doppelganger he could use and it has been quite a while since he re-read that series so details are a bit rusty at best. Any attempt to copy that will result in his probable death.

'I get the feeling that I will be dead if I pursue this route.'

Number 2. Reveal himself to be in hiding and order Sayoko to discreetly take Nunnally away to one of the allocated Safe houses that Lelouch has hidden away.

In one of the Code Geass behind the scenes books released a few years ago. The writers of the show revealed what Lelouch was originally planning to do if he had not received his Geass ability. They also revealed that Lelouch was self aware enough that he planned several contingencies, one of them being a couple of safe-houses acquired illegally, in case Nunnally or his cover was blown.

However, Jason had the cold foreboding feeling that he if were to do this, he would go through what Lelouch went through in the Dauntless fanfiction. Which got picked up into a dark what if manga of Code Geass when the writer won the fan story writing competition.

'I didn't even read past the 21st chapter because of how despairingly depressing it was. While the chances are low... I really don't want to tempt fate since that seems to be happening more than often lately.'

Number 3. Turn Clovis into his ally after convincing him that there is a conspiracy behind the scenes and that all of the royal members of Britannia are in danger. It helped that there was one vis a vis The Emperor attempting to turn Humanity in a pool of human consciousness.

'What as that movie? The one with alien angels and robots. Not important.'

The downside was that Clovis was nowhere discreet nor tactful enough to keep that big of a secret and would most likely accidentally blurt out that 'Lelouch' was alive. He could see several paths: If he blurted it to some random noble: Bad. Cornelia? Potentially Bad if not worse. Schneizel? No way in h-... That might be possible...

'Let's put a pin on Schneizel. There was that backstory in the behind the scenes book.'

Number 4. A collaboration of all the "Back-to-the-past" or "Isekai" Lelouch fanfictions. With the latter being ironic. This was the weakest of the all the routes as most of these stories were unfinished or were too ridiculous to attempt.

"... Still, I don't want to come as rude My Lord but how was it that you were captured by the terrorists?"

Jason's thoughts were interrupted as his attention was brought to Cottingham.

"It involves being at the wrong place at the wrong time and me being far too curious for my health." Jason chuckled in faux amusement which seemed to do the trick.

Nottingham chuckled. "Indeed My Lord. Still, it's a good thing Lady Nu was able to secure you." Cottingham looked on to the screen then continued. "We will be reaching the G-1 headquarters soon enough. Don't worry My Lord, it seems that the Eleven scums have backed off for now."

"And I cannot thank you enough Private Cottingham. I'll be sure to tell my father of your bravery in making sure I was delivered safely to his Highness."

"W-why My Lord, while it was a honor being your protector and I was simply doing my job."

Though he sounded humble, Jason could hear the tint of the greed in Cottingham's voice. Jason showed no ill reaction to this as it was best to use this Private's greed to ensure his own safety.

As they sat in comfortable silence to some extent, Jason was starting to feel knots in his stomach as he was getting closer and closer to the G-1 and the meeting with Clovis.

Jason was someone who was disgusted or neutral at best regarding the topic of Clovis. A spoilt spineless tart who was grossly incompetent as a ruler who would attend parties then try to better Japan.

There's also the fact mostly forgotten fact that he was the head and overseer of the Code R Research Team that pretty much tortured C.C. in trying to search the reason for her immortality. C.C. may have been blasé when she got injured during the anime but rather than the pain of injury it was the way she was treated under the 'tender care' of the Code R Team that really got under her skin.

Reminded her too much of when she was captured by witch-hunters during the time of the Salem Witch Trials. The poking and prodding, slicing and carving if you wanted to be accurate.

It seemed that he may actually have to ally with Clovis and hopefully get to a point where he could get a private meeting with Schneizel. That would increase his chances of survival quite a bit.

He would have t-

Happiness.

Contentment.

Loss.

Confusion

Sadness.

Anger.

Betrayal.

Kinslayer.

Denial.

Kinslayers.

Why?

How?

Lies.

Cannot

Forgive.

Do not

Forgive.

Control.

Control.

CONTROL.

CONTROL!

CONTROL!

CONTROL!

POV - Jason

"My Lord! What happened!? Are you alright!?"

As I came back to consciousness I noticed I was breathing hard with my hand over the left side of my face. There was this weird pulse like heart beat I could feel emanating behind my left eye.

I look up at John and see him freeze and his eyes widen.

"My Lord? Your eye... it's glowing..."

'Glowing...? ... Geass!'

"Be loyal to me!" As soon I utter those words, binding his will to mine, I feel something leaving through my left pupil and create a strong connection to Cottingham.

As I see the infamous red ring of the Geass circling Private John Cottinham's eyes he affirms his loyalty to me with a strong "Of course My Lord."

"In that case stop your movement to the G-1 and check the surrounding area for terrorists or Britannians."

"Of course my Lord."

While Cottingham was doing as he was ordered, I looked around the cockpit to find something I can use as a mirror. Finding a reflective panel I move over there to get a better look at my eye.

Sure enough, the frankly demonic glow of the Geass sigil was there in all its glory. I took my time analyzing my current situation. Despite all my efforts it did not appear but now I got a clue as to how it can manifest.

It seems rather than a physical sensation such as flexing a muscle, it was a mental no emotion that brought out the Geass. Considering whatever the hell that was just now... it seemed that I need to want to be in control for the Geass to appear.

The opposite of that would be...

Sure enough, the Geass disappears.

'Okay... I got some idea on how to do this... still feels bloody weird...'

"Private, here is what I need you to do..."

G-1 Headquarters

The current atmosphere was chaotic in the control room of the G-1. The 3rd Prince of Britannia sat sweating in this throne with his brows burrowed.

His staff were doing their best in mitigating the actions of the Eleven terrorists with Bartley Aspirus. The second in-command of Clovis' staff who was currently shouting at the top of his lungs and turning into a shade of purple.

"YOU GAVE US A GUARANTEE THAT YOUR NEW MODEL WILL TURN THE FAVOR TO OUR SIDE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST IT'S SIGNAL!"

On the other side of the screen the figure that was taking the verbal abuse was the assistant of an infamous Britannian Scientist. Said Scientist was currently unavailable as he was currently preoccupied with the Lancelot being missing.

"I apologize on Lord Asplund's behalf but there were unseen factors that were entirely not our fault. If our Devicer was uninjure-"

"ARE YOU SURE IT'S NOT BECAUSE HE IS ONE OF THEM THAT HE FAILED?! WHAT WERE YOU PEOPLE THINKING ALLOWING AN ELEVEN TO PILOT A KNIGHTMARE!?"

"Despite him being an Eleven My Lord, he was the only one available that could even maneuver the Lancelot properly. Far better that even what the Margrave Gottwal-"

"HAVING IT SO HIGH-SPEC IS THE REASON FOR WHY IT FAILED! YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN COMMISSIONED BY THE PRIME MINISTER HIMSELF BUT EVEN HE WOULD FROWN AT THE TRAVESTY YOUR TEAM HAS MADE!"

"My Lord! If you please listen to-"

"IT'S BECAUSE WE LISTENED TO YOU IN THE FIRST THAT WE ARE IN THIS MESS! GOOD DAY MADAME!"

Turning off the channel just as when Ceclie Croomy was about to beg them to listen, Bartley was now ferociously ordering the troops to regroup and mount a defense against the Elevens.

Meanwhile, Clovis was uncharacteristically sitting in contemplation. He was aware that he was not the best in military strategy but the way he was manhandled in tactics sent a shiver of fear despite him ruthlessly crushing that fear earlier.

Only the man known as the Miracle of Itsukushima, Kyoshiro Tohdoh could have made an outcome such as this. Did that mean the JLF were the ones who took the capsule from his hidden facility? Reports showed that they were inactive as of late. If things changed and now they were on the offensive, that was bad news.

The political bullet they have with the Code R Subject would harm Britannia. After all, even if they accuse the empire in dealing with human experimentation and bio-weapons Britannia will turn out fine in the end.

Himself however was a different story. Revelations of the subject being captured would destroy Clovis either by the people turning against him or worse... getting the attention of his father.

Loath as he is to admit it, his father terrified him ever since he was a child. That feeling only worsened in time. Especially when the Emperor sent his 2 precious siblings to this backwater country. For someone who could birth the likes of the kindhearted Euphemia or dear sweet Nunnally God Rest Her Soul, Clovis was perplexed how on Earth they as well as himself could be related to that cruel man.

Despite his 2 elder brother's stations, they could not shield him from the wrath of their Emperor. Odysseus, bless his soul, would try his best but Clovis knew he would cower before their father in the end. Schneizel on the other hand would only say he was sorry but he knew it was only at face value.

Schneizel used to be so much more kinder before. That all changed when the death of Lelouch was declared. Clovis might not know exactly to what extent but it seemed that he was the only person to recognize that something died within his elder brother when he heard their precious little brother was pronounced deceased in Area 11.

Clovis knew that he was far from reaching the throne despite being the 3rd candidate for the chair. Even if something were to happen to the heir (Odysseus) everyone knew it would go to Schneizel despite the political theater he and his siblings played. Clovis only played it because it was expected of him and if he did not partake in it something horrible would have happened to him.

'Lelouch...'

Despite what happened today he could not help but reminiscence.

His favourite brother if not sibling. Lelouch Vi Britannia. Clovis knew that Lelouch was much smarter than himself but unlike the other members of his extended family Lelouch didn't treat Clovis with disdain or viewed him to be a disappointment. He was one in the rare handful of others who didn't.

It was Lelouch and Nunnally who enjoyed his artistic abilities the most with his dearest Euphemia being a close second. Not even his own full blood related sister enjoyed his talents as much as they did. He was proud that he could make his beloved younger brother and sisters immensely happy with his gift.

All Clovis wanted to do... to be... was an artist. Focus all his energy and talent into the art of painting as that was the only thing he was the best at within the Royal Family. No one could deny that Clovis knew how to be an entertainer. After all, Clovis' parties were one of the most prestigious event a Noble could be invited to. Even Schneizel would make time so he could attend.

However Lelouch's death soured that dream. After all, how could he do something that brought him joy when his younger brother was not here to see it? How could he be happy when Lelouch and Nunnally's bodies could not be found and it was an empty casket that was lowered into the earth?

At the age of 19, he found out that the position of Viceroy was unoccupied due to the precious Viceroy's death by natural causes, in a display of strength that surprised everyone including himself, Clovis demanded the position from the Emperor.

The Emperor laughed then gifted the seat to him. To this day he was not sure if the Emperor only gave him Area 11 because he was pleasantly surprised by Clovis or if it was because he wanted to see how Clovis will fail.

Schneizel attempted to change Clovis' mind but it was a weirdly attempt now that he thought of it in hindsight. In the end he gave his blessings to Clovis and wished him luck.

Even Cornelia attempted to persuade Clovis in giving up the Viceroy position. Some said that it was because she wanted the position as she was one of the leading Generals during the Invasion of Area 11. In truth, it was because Cornelia did not want to see another one of her close siblings fall prey to this accursed country.

Clovis was adamant in taking the position regardless of his elder sister's protests. He took this position in honor of his younger brother and no one, not even the Emperor would change his mind.

While he had some trouble at first, it was thanks to his aide Bartley, that he had some modicum of success in bettering Area 11.

While there were still troubles with the local terrorists cells, they weren't too much of a threat to the regime. The JLF on the other hand were, but Clovis' advisors say that they have been inactive as of late. Most likely fearful of the retaliation The Purebloods and His private forces could deal back.

'Cowardly bunch of savages.' Clovis thought in the inner depths of his mind.

Currently, it was the NAC that were a much bigger threat Clovis was cautious of but he would leave that to his underlings as they were paid to handle such problems.

While it could not be said for the Elevens, it was the Britannians who prospered greatly thanks to the efforts of Clovis and Bartley. The devastation caused by the invasion was all but gone in the locations where Britannians were located in. Ghettos where the Elevens were situated in were all forgotten and left alone as Clovis deemed them unworthy of his mercy.

Why should he care of these Neanderthals? After all... it was because of the Elevens that Lelouch and Nunnally were dead...

Till this day... Clovis had nightmares about what the Elevens could have done to his siblings. What they could have done to the innocent Nunnally... what they could have done to his beloved Lelouch... Why there was no body left at all...

If there was anything Clovis inherited from his father. It was his wrath.

"I'd appreciate it if I had a moment of your time your highness."

Clovis clicked his tongue in annoyance as it seemed someone wanted his attention. He definitely was going to give a royal tear down at whoever it was that dared to speak with such a tone.

"What is it that you wan-" His question halted mid sentence when he saw a soldier pointing a pistol to where he was sitting.

"What... Bartley! Where are you!" shouting out for his aide, he felt trepidation course through his vein as no one came to his aide.

In fact, there was no one here at all! How did that happen?

"Well your highness. For your health and safety... I would be filled with celestial jubilation... if you could call out an order of cease fire."

And that's a wrap.

A lot smaller that my previous chapters but I decided to cut out a lot of things as it was ruining the pace.

Review if you liked it and any proper criticism is welcome as long as it's proper.