Chapter 15

Russia-September 2021 a.t.b.

Through the clouds formations of aircraft belonging to the EU air forces flew, their course, St. Petersburg. This was the single most impressive conglomeration of the EU air force. This air armada was their pride and joy and brought together for the single purpose of destroying the capital of Euro Britannia. Its sheer size was hundreds of aircraft all with the intent to strike absolute fear into the enemy. And today was the day, almost perfect weather, cloud cover was minimal over the capital and their fighter escort hugged there position like a glove.

"Gall this is to easy!" said one of the pilots of the bombers in ecstatic voice. "No enemy air, no enemy fire from below, and a big fat target just waiting for us. We'll be back in time for supper."

"Stow it, lieutenant," ordered squadron commander Franco. "Just because you don't see the predator doesn't mean he isn't there."

"Ahck, you've been watching those old movies again haven't you?"

"Shut up! There good movies and besides its good advice anyhow."

Laughter echoed through the bomber's com system as the rest of the crew listened to the banter. The laughter was soon replaced by a long silence, the only sound being the purr of the engines from outside. A small alarm beeped from the sensor console the operator jumped at the unexpected sound. Looking at his screen he called out, "wow radar contacts! Big Ones!"

The crew of the aircraft jumped into action, as well as the rest of the large formation. Gun turrets on the planes, controlled from inside the pressurized hulls, turned to look through there electronic targeting lenses. The Franco then called out, "bearing?"

"Point 5, radar profile suggests Logres and Caerleon floating battleships. They are on an intercepting course. Wait a sec. Their holding their position!"

"What are they doin that for?" wondered the commander Franco.

Meanwhile nearly 50,000 feet below, and over a large area, vehicles moved, they were large compared to civilian trucks. In fact the faint glow of a single FLOAT system on each of the vehicles undercarriages could be seen if one looked hard enough. The battalion of wheeled vehicles came to a stop, as one turrets at the rear of each vehicle unlocked from the hulls. Barrels slightly longer than the vehicles raised to the sky, the turrets traversing. Several other vehicles did not have gun turrets, instead hatches leading to missile tubes opened. Then in a blink of an eye weapon lock's targeted the high flying aircraft.

"Target locks!" cried a crew member. Below the massive guns of the battalion fired, and rockets from the other vehicles shot up on pillars of fire and smoke. The shots of the guns reached the formation first, the large projectiles blasted open and ball bearings shot out slicing through metal hulls. Once inside the sub munitions detonated in smaller explosions tearing significant holes in their targets. Some of the small bombs manage to find important part of the large bombers. Fuel, and even some bombs, the planes exploded in great fireballs the shrapnel of their blasted corpses tore wings and impaled their sister planes in their tight formations.

More explosion rattled the sky as the aircraft flew overhead and the guns below fired. Then the rockets came instead of flying into the bombers the missiles targeted the escorting fighters. Said fighters surprised at the sudden attacks still stood relatively still, so when there alarms flared as the missiles homed. The pilots tried to jerk away releasing chaff and flares, but by this time it was too late as the missiles collided with the planes. Those that missed exploded sending shrapnel into the nearby vehicles.

"What the hell are our escorts doing?" cried Franco.

"They're trying to avoid being shot down too!" cried one of the crew. "Hey wait I think there stopping." The fire from the ground seemed to slacken as the planes flew, looking through windows the crew of the bombers and surviving fighters saw no explosion or rocket trails.

"No their still firing," said Franco. "Behind us." It was true the guns and rockets still fired, but upon the formations behind the lead. They had simply flown through the metal storm.

"New contacts, two dozen, the battleships are launching something," said the radar man.

"Knightmares?" asked Franco.

"Doesn't seem so, these don't match recorded signatures."

"VTOLs?"

"Negative they're moving too fast to be VTOLs."

"Mhmm, order up the remaining escorts to intercept new targets. Navigator get a plot around the enemy ships ASAP," ordered Franco.

"Yes sir!" chorused the crew. Outside the remaining fighters shot out in front of the bombers. Inside the lead fighter the order went out to lock onto the incoming targets, and ready for a mass missile volley. The targets formed into a formation and shot towards them through the clouds, no sign of wavering could be seen from the incoming targets. The targets obscured by thin clouds visibly were covered in shadow and radar offered no answer to what they really were.

"Fighters?" asked Franco, confused by the report he had just gotten.

"That's what the fighters say," said the radio operator. "They say that the targets look like a bastardized version of a fighter. The clouds are still obscuring a proper confirmation though."

"It doesn't matter what they look like! Tell them to shoot em down!"

"Yes sir."

Outside the fighters began locking their targeting computers, suddenly the targeting computers burst into static. Inside the bombers the larger radar screens fizzled and stopped working, the crewman called out, "what the hell! Damn the Brits are jamming us!"

The fighter pilots fiddle with their equipment attempting to clear their screens and get a radar lock for their rockets. Red flashes came from outside the cockpits followed by yellow and orange explosions. Fighter pilots jumped in their seats, as red hadron blasts shot from the mysterious Britannian vehicles. Smaller red lights shot out from the Brits as mini-rockets like those used by the Mordred launched out. The little explosives capable of obliterating a full sized knightmare blasted apart the lightly armored fighters.

The command "Scatter!" echoed threw out the fighter escorts, the planes pulled up, dived or swerved out of the way. As the two sides closed on each other, the EU fighters switched from missiles to their guns. Depressing their triggers the EU fighters sent tracers arcing towards the Britannian vehicles. But before they hit the targets seemingly jumped out the way and the EU pilots got the first clear look at the enemy.

"WHAT!?" cried Franco.

The radioman pale as a sheet repeated, "the enemy units seem to look like Tristan Model Knightmares."

"Good God," muttered Franco. Outside the Tristans using their advanced propulsion FLOAT units dodged the fire of the inferior fighter planes. The Tristans then unfolded themselves transforming into bipedal floating mechs, turning Tristans launch their rocket assisted wrist mounted Slash Harkens. The tips of which glowed red as the MVS technology allowed the weapons to cut and melt their way through the fighters. And unlike their parent knightmare the hadron weapons could still be bared in mech mode. The chest mounted weapons rotated in the chest cavity and allowed them to traverse the front arc of the knightmare. Mini-rocket launchers also mounted in the body and could be fired from mech mode as well, much to the horror of the EU pilots.

Several frames pulled MVS blades with long handles, some connecting them to form lances others used them separately. These frames launched themselves at the fighter the comparatively un-maneuverable planes were cut apart by the blades. Inside the lead bomber Franco racked his mind on what to do as his escorts were being torn apart. Suddenly a flash from brought him back as another bomber vanished in flame and more started smoking. A cry rang out, "the battleships have opened fire!"

The battleships began firing their own armaments of bursting shells, pinpoint accurate high explosives and homing rockets. The massive airships also began moving towards the formation. Their shots continued blasted multiple bombers out of the sky in piles of slag or sent them careen downward in smoke.

"Damn it," said Franco.

"The Tristans are moving into the bomber formations!" shouted the radarman.

Outside the Tristans, some in vehicle mode others not, used their hadron blaster and rockets to blast holes in the large bombers. The pressurized atmosphere inside the planes began venting and the aircraft began jerking about and some tore themselves apart and fell from the sky. Others vanish in fire as their fuel or payload went off.

"DAMN IT!" cried Franco. "Order all bombers to drop their payloads and make for home! Every man for himself! Scatter!"

"Yes sir," said the radioman who then relayed the order. Bombs fell from the bomb bays and the bomber turned away from the fight dropping flares and chaff. Franco held the yoke over attempting to turn as fast as his plane could. A prick of light in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Looking over he saw his death, a Tristen firing its Hadron Blaster. The red blasts shattered the armored glass of the cockpit, the electronics fired in an instant and the flesh of Pierre and the copilot burnt. His eyes melted and his organs burst and cooked, the plane's nose jerked over at the loss of steering control. The plane then began a nose dive, and collided with the ground and vanished in an explosion.

Britannian Air Battleship

Sitting in the command chair, the Knight of One, Jeremiah Gottwald starred out at the carnage of the air battle. Or slaughter would more likely be a better term. His Black Knight of one uniform pristineness betrayed the fact he had been awake for days, only his cybernetics and coffee keeping him awake. Without looking away Jeremiah said, "report."

The brown skinned form of Commodore Anderson, turned to face the knight. His baratone voice spoke saying, "my lord, of the original count of five hundred enemy bombers and one hundred enemy fighters. Our forces have eliminated nearly two hundred of the bombers, what fighters were not distracted and drawn off after the enemy crossed the border have been destroyed. The Tristan Mk. IIs have performed perfectly, as well as the new M-080 Raikos have also surpassed expectations."

Jeremiah smiled, the cyborgs mood improving at the report, he then spoke, "good, make sure to pass on this information. The emperor will be pleased."

"Yes, my lord," said the smiling Anderson. "I take it this means that our new toys will be going into full production."

Nodding Jeremiah said, "indeed, in fact I believe that the Raikos already have been. Their's is a tried and true design perfected since they were first used in Japan by the JLF and Black Knights. This just gives them a far more mobile platform and greater range. The Tristan factories are already operational and have just needed the go ahead for full production."

"Very good sir," said Anderson turning back. "I want reports on the Tristans and the enemy disposition, continue jamming the enemy and order all our air forces in the region to begin cleanup of the remaining enemy. I don't want a single aircraft left to return to the EU without a piece missing!"

Leaning back in his chair Jermiah grinned and thought, "the emperor will be most pleased indeed."

E.U. Eastern Front HQ

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ATTACK FAILED!" cried Anou.

The orderly cringed holding out the battle report of intended aerial attack on St. Petersburg. The file was ripped out of his hands by the supreme EU commander, the orderly then repeated, "the attack was intercepted by Britannian weapons we have never seen before. Our bombers never got through, and had to turn back before they were all destroyed. Of the near six hundred aircraft we sent, we've lost four hundred and fifty nine or them, and the remaining craft have been damaged severally. As we speak another report is being made on whether or not these craft can be repaired."

The orderly then felt the file he had been previously been holding collide with his face, as his commander yelled, "idiots! Can't you people do anything right! Call back home for replacements and order our forward units to resume their attack"

"Sir you want our men to move with limited air cover?"

"We'll charge forward and overwhelm the enemy airfields, and if we can't get them we'll still capture the capital and end the war anyway!" Anou's eyes shown with a mad light and a face splitting grin was plastered on his face.

The orderly hung his head, and frowned saying, "yes sir."

Britannian Western Front, France

Artillery fell on the city of Bordeaux, or at least the suburb, rubble filled the streets alongside the burned husks of cars and vehicles. While overhead flights of EU bombers dropped bombs on Britannian bunkers and fortified positions. When the bombs stopped and the artillery fire slackened, the rumble of vehicles and knightmares could be heard. Through the dust and smoke Panzer-Hummels and armored transports with escorting infantry appeared.

As the EU troops advanced a new sound joined them, the sound of weapons fire. Shoulder fired rockets screeched through the air, followed by explosions as they ripped armor asunder. Hummels fell and the transports burst into flame, chattering machine guns followed, tracers arced through the air. EU infantry dived behind cars and rubble as the slugs smashed into targets and rubble. Ricochets bounced and whirred joining the screams and other noises of battle.

The Hummels then opened up with their main armaments, the explosive shells tore into the abandoned and burnt out buildings that the Britannian gunners hid in. They did however do little against the impressive concrete bunker building the dominated the street. In stood at least ten stories tall its slits in the sides opened reveal high caliber guns and cannons. AS the frames and the fortress exchanged fire, the EU infantry began its attempts to enter the buildings. They were instead met by renewed fire and knives and bayonets of the Britannians.

As the battle waged the fire from the fort stopped and a white and purple blur shot from the sky and entered the proximity of the Hummels. The Hummels turned to the new arrival, as it straightened up the Hummels got a close look at a custom Vincent-Cobra. The voice of Guilford came through the speakers saying, "this is your only chance surrender."

The Hummels in response opened fire with their hip mounted machine guns, the slugs collided with the green barrier of a Blaze Luminous. A blast from the boosters of Guilfords flight pack sent him into the air. As he came down the two MVS swords in his hands slashed out and one Hummel fell to the ground as the cockpit was slashed and the pilot killed. Another fell as the sword slashed into the power core of the frame, a second later the core released the reaming energy destroying the frame.

Quickly turning once more Guilford let loose with his machine guns and sent the magnetically accelerated slugs into the huddled Hummels. As the EU frames attempted to reacquire their target Guilford once again charged into their midst and slashed and stabbed with his swords. Every now and then he fired his shoulder mounted VARIS oblitereattng a Hummel in a single blast. The infantry meanwhile continued driving back the EU infantry, blasts from the new hand held Hadron Cannons and VARIS weapons claimed lives by the score. Several times the weapons succeeded in taking a EU frame to the ground allowing heavier weapons to destroy it.

The battle lasted nearly thirty minutes before the EU troops began retreating their forces running low on ammo and moral. As the enemy moved away Guilford also retreated back as fresh Britannian knightmares moved up to take defensive positions. Retreating back to his command center Guilford reentered the command room. He then said, "I want another set of reconnaissance sorties, and I want fresh supplies moved forward and replenishment units ready to replace the forward units."

Officers and aides moved through the command center, sitting down he thought, "I guess it was true that the Republican Guard has moved into the area. The EU troops are fighting gas if they have a gun to their backs."

Rumbling from outside attested to another round of bombing, Guilford growled out, "damn it, can't we get rid of those things."

African Front

Unlike the other fronts where the Britannian forces were either holding or feign retreating here they were on the attack. Anya's forces had driven the EU forces back to the coast like she had been ordered. Her surprise attack after turning away from Lake Tana had not only taken the Euros by surprise but had entirely annihilated the enemy forward units. And now she had driven them into a bulge that grew off the coast.

At the center of the bulge was the fortified command bunker, the building buried below ground with a large fortress atop. And around it the army of European Africa attempted to reverse the horrid situation they found themselves. The two hundred thousand soldiers remaining that had not been killed or captured wondered at just how they could not only drive the Brits back let alone complete their original mission.

Aboard the Indomitable Anya readied for her mission, which in truth her preparations weren't much she pretty much just sat as the ships engineers and knightmare technicians worked. She asked, "how much longer till the Mordred is hooked up to the ships power core?"

"We will be ready within the hour milady."

"And our escorts?"

"Assembling as we speak we will be ready on schedule."

"Very well," said Anya slumping in her chair. She loved the plan, she loved the idea of but hated this waiting.

Imperial Palace

Lelouch's eyes fluttered open the dim light of the bedroom was easy on his dreary eyes, feeling a weight on his chest he looked down. A mop of green hair was sprawled across his naked chest, an equally naked empress had her arms wrapped around him and used his head as a pillow. Lelouch's own arm was wrapped around C.C. and a smile graced its way onto his face remembering the previous night.

As if reading his thoughts C.C. tightened her gripped on him her purr light snoring being interrupted by a content moan. Bringing his other hand to bear Lelouch began petting the head of his wife. A smile appeared on the face of the immortal empress, she then spoke surprising Lelouch, "what a wonderful way to wake up."

Smiling once again Lelouch replied, "a wonderful wake up call for a wonderful woman."

"I never pegged you for a sweet talker Lulu," teased C.C.

Lelouch rolled his eyes and leaned down planting a kiss on C.C.'s forehead and said, "you never pegged me for a lot of things my dear."

Giggling C.C. replied, "true."

Gently Lelouch removed himself from the bed and pulled on a pair of pants, a shirt and a night robe. C.C. then removed herself from the bed and moved out inot the bathroom. Lelouch then proceeded to his office to await C.C. and breakfast, he sat at his desk running over the reports from Russia and the other theaters. One thing became clear, the EU was definitely getting material aid from the UFN. The shear amount of material the EU was using didn't correspond with their manufacturing capabilities.

So embroiled he became in his work that he didn't notice C.C. till her arms wrapped around him. Jumping slightly he said, "at this rate we'll have to pull more troops from the defensive line in Russia and redeploy them to France."

"But," said C.C. "That will take weeks if not a month since they would have to travel east around the world to reach France."

Nodding Lelouch said, "exactly, Anya reports that she has defeated the EU in Africa for all intents and purposes. The colonial government surrendered last night and her final attack on the Eu's troops occurred three hours following."

"I take it that that means the EU forces refused to surrender along with the state government?" asked C.C.

Lelouch nodded in confirmation then continuing, "But even with her troops it will still take a copious amount of time to turn things back in our favor. The EU air power has become a greater thorn than anticipated, the fact we are blowing them out of the sky at the current rate doesn't match the amount they can produce and field."

"So what do you plan to do?" asked C.C., allow she figured she already knew the answer.

"Firstly we'll have Anya attack Rome, leaving our militia guard, MP, and depleted units to occupy the African territories. As for the current situation with the EU supplies, we will have to cut it the flow."

"You don't mean war with the UFN, I thought you intended to wait till they drew first blood?"

Lelouch replied, "I do, but I do not believe the UFN are continually sending equipment in supply columns to the EU. I believe they did so before the war started, as well as supplying men to use the equipment, not enough to be obvious mind you."

"I see," said C.C. impressed by her husband's logic. "So what's your plan?"

Lelouch smiled and said, "its not to send waves of our own antiquated bombers over Europe and bomb the cities to rubble, like they're trying to do." He then frowned saying, "I can only believe that I will have to enact "Code Damocles."

Frowing C.C. tightened her grip and said lovingly, "whatever you deside I'm with you, my warlock."

Africa, time of Anya's attack

Inside the EU command bunker chaos rained as the technicians raced around directing the units in the surrounding area. The Britannian attack had come once again without warning, a brief artillery strike had preceded them. Their knightmares had overwhelmed the depleted units of the EU African army, and were currently racing through the back of their lines.

General Antonio couldn't believe what he was hearing, the state governments in Africa had surrendered? Impossible. He then looked back over the room and thought, "no not impossible, smart, "sigh" we should've never ventured on this."

Over the din of the command center the whining voice of General Acel added another pin to Antonio's headache. Unlike himself who had actually gotten his rank through merit, Acel had gotten his through money and birth. There were French commander's that Antonio liked because they were like him, however he had gotten stuck with the current Republican Guard pig waltzing around like he actually knew what he was doing. After all what had the Republican Guard and Acel done in this campaign, he knew why they were here. They were here to spur him and the army into fighting.

The good news about it thought was that when his command unit had been attacked they had gotten hit hard. Unlike other commanders Antonio preferred to keep his command center close to the front, and therefore Acel and his glorified commissars had to run to follow him. Unfortunately Acel still managed to find ways of screwing up the orders Antonio gave, in he blamed Acel for half of the disasters that had happened in this campaign. Now Antonio had no choice but to hide here in this bunker, right where Acel and his men could hide and kill him if tried to order the army to do something the high command didn't want. Oh how he wished to be back in Italy with his family instead of stuck in the middle of hell.

"Enemy units have breached Sector 4," called out a technician.

"Where are our units!?" cried Acel in his whiny tone that could put a crying baby to shame.

"I believe they have surrendered, sir."

"What!? Why!?"

"It seems the news of the state's surrender and call for us to do the same has reached throughout the army."

Acel yelled out and cried, "I thought I ordered that none of that news was to leave this building!"

"We know that General," said Antonio calmly. "If you had read the full report, you would've seen that the news was sent to each unit individually not through us."

Acel loudly growled out, "damn TRAITORS! Should've stood and fought. Gurrr! How goes preparations for the escape?"

"They've stopped," said Antonio.

"What?!" whined Acel.

His own anger growing, Antonion snapped back, "I ordered them to!"

"Why!?" snapped Acel.

"You yourself preach for use to stand and fight!" yelled Antonio shooting up in his chair. "Your's is the most elite unit in the army as it stand right now, maybe it's time for the to stand and fight themselves!"

"You dare raise your voice at me! I'm a member of the most elite military group in the world!" Acel's face turned crimson as his rage grew. "My military insight supersedes yours you overstuffed Italian ingrate!"

Before Antonio could retaliate, he actually was tempted to pull his side arm and end the French pig then and there, alarms klaxons blared. A technician yelled out panicked, "proximity alert! Britannian airships coming in from the north east. Three Logres class battleships, and five Caerleon class, hull markings identify the lead ship as the "Indomitable!"

"Anya Alstreim's flagship," muttered Antonio.

"Incoming message from the Britannians," said another technician.

Before Acel could yell anything Antonio cut him off, "report."

"They are requesting us to surrender immediately and order all our remaining units to do the same. Unconditional surrender, they are offering full medical aid for our wounded and shelter from the elements."

"You're not going to accept those conditions general," said Acel glaring daggers at the Italian general.

Glaring back Antonio replied, "I think I will, this farce has gone on long enough."

"You will not!" cried Acel, jabbing a finger at Antonio. "You will order your troops to stand and fight, you will also prepare and escape for the both of us to return to France. There a tribunal shall inquire as to your failures here general. If you don't do this it will be treason of the highest order."

Gritting his teeth and his rage finally boiling over, "shut your damn mouth you bastard French pig! Our men are dying out there, we have little ammo, our medical supplies are almost none existent and our food supply is also nearly gone! We have no means of resupply and you expect us to keep fighting and you to escape!? Well you listen well there is no way for us to escape there's no way for this army to continue fighting and I sure as hell AM NOT GOING TO SIT BACK AND WATCH AS MEN LIKE YOU SEND INNOCENT BOYS TO THEIR DEATHS!"

Stunned Acel stood in silence, Antonio then turned and said, "tell Lady Alstreim we will accept her offer."

The technician nodded and turned back to his console, but before he could do anything a "bang" echoed in the room. The technician's brain matter splattered over the console, and the rest of his corpse slumped over the piece of equipment. Antonio jerked around and saw Acel with his ornate gold trimmed pistol drawn, Acel then looked over at Antonio aiming the firearm at him. Red faced and with a mad glint in his eye Acel said, "you're a traitor, you've disobeyed my orders at every turn. I won't stand ideally by and wait to die or suffer the indignity of surrender. So you are going to order your troops to engage the enemy and then find us a way out!"

Eyebrows furrowing Antonio said, "murdering fool."

"Give the order General!"

"No", growled Antonio.

Acel pulled the trigger on his gun, the middle of Antonio's chest grew a pink mist and he fell back into his command chair. If the seat had not been bolted to the floor for esthetic purposes he would've wound up on the floor. Acel turned and whined, "someone get on the comn and issue my orders, the rest of you find me an escape route."

The technicians were glued to the floor staring at the scene, Acel opened his mouth again to speak but instead screamed as a searing pain came from his legs. The report of another firearm rang out and Acel dropped his pistol the ornate thing banged away bouncing on the floor out of reach. Painfully Acel looked back at Antonio who, breathing heavily, held his own pistol in hand. Unable to speak Acel yelled in pain. Turning to the technicians he said, "give the order to surrender."

A technician ran to the communication console carefully removing the corpse from it, the technician then tried to bring it up. Turning he said, "sir the bullet has destroyed the internal circuitry. It's unable to be used."

"What a time for shoddy design and manufacturing," growled Antonio blood in his throat.

Another technician then called out, "I'm detecting a large scale power build up from the Indomitable. And the Rpublican Guard have activated the bases defense guns."

His breathing becoming heavier Antonio ordered, "evacuate the base, and find a way to issue the surrender order. And if at all possible leave the Guard. GO!"

The technicians ripped of their headsets and turned running out the emergency exits. Acel crying "wait don't leave me here." As the technicians passed by, one tried to move Antonio who just placed a hand on the technicians shoulder saying, "I wouldn't make it to the front door. Just go." Nodding the man hesitantly let go of the general and left.

"Hehehe," laughed Antonio looking at Acel. "You were a fool Acel, you've killed us both." Antonio then turned to the main screen where a video feed of the Britannian ships played.

Aboard the Indomitable

A section of the bow armor of the Indomitable opened, revealing the intimidating form of the Mordred. Cables were attached to the knightmare, the frames main weapon the Stark Hadron Cannon was deployed. The ships Blaze Luminous shields were also up the shots from the base defense guns doing little to the giant ship. Inside the bridge Anya Alstreim sat in her command chair, but with one difference. Attached to the chair was an upgraded version of the Mordred's targeting system.

"Prepare to nozzle the shield around the main weapon on my command," said Anya. Activating the targeting system she move the targeting reticles onto the base. Slowly the whole ship moved to align itself and the Mordred onto the base. In the corner of her HUD the power level of the Stark Hadron Cannon began rising. Seconds passed as it reached its maximum power level, outside the red glow of Hadron energy pulsed from the cannon. Her finger on the trigger Anya said, "nozzle the shield."

A hole in the shield in front of the Mordred opened and Anya depressed the trigger. A large beam of Hadron energy shot forth, and connected with the EU base. Figures outside, technicians and soldiers who had received Antonio's command to run saw the red beam of death. A great explosion of air, gasses, ammunition, and fuel took the place of the base on the land scape. The beam bore through the top of the base making its way down to the lower parts, incinerating the command center and all those inside. A great shockwave could be seen as passed over the land, some of the people outside the base found themselves assaulted by great heat and pressure. Those closest to the base died instantly their corpses catching fire from the heat. Others organs exploded, and those furthest away suffered from burst eardrums, and were thrown to the grown by the shockwave.

Deactivating the targeting system Anya sighed out, "it's done, report this to the emperor immediately."

Multiple Locations

Surfacing from beneath the sea and opening firing hatches, and on land in disguised silos similar hatches opened. In the imperial palace the emperor of the Britannian Empire imputed data given to him by intelligence and reconnaissance reports into a silver case deep under the ground in his command bunker. With a tremendous sigh he depressed the firing button, and throughout the world great rockets ascended on pillars of flame. When in orbit the rockets released their payloads, salvos of high yield synthetic sakuradite warheads.

The warheads descended over the continent of Europe, warheads landed in multiple cities. But all had similar targets, railroad and air traffic hubs, manufacturing centers, and warehouse districts. As well as several supposed secret basses, and military gathering points in Russia and France. The mighty explosions of the weapons caused massive fires to start and spread. The destruction lasted hours as the fires were brought to heal, great swathes of material were destroyed. News of the attack spread as fast as the fires, the people of Europe began crying for answer like they had during the Arc Fleet incident. However this time police and military units were called in immediately and in some areas blood was spilled. Ironically fueling the flames of discontent within the EU. However the world all shook at the debut of the new Britannian weapon system, the orbital bombardment of Europe had begun.

A.N. Anyone else excited at the anouncement for a third seaosn of Code Geass?