Occulta Rising
Level 1 Message from Jahrtausend Division to Alexander Daemon
Preparations are complete Lord Daemon. The Sons of the Serpent are in position and are ready for their mission.
The Targets have been selected, one of whom is handling an invasion in the Middle East.
Jahrtausend Division in position over China.
X Division and Arcane Division are still four days away from being ready for there part.
Operation: Aryan Thunder still needs an effective guidance system.
Also, the secondary target in Japan has been effectively scouted and plans made to be forwarded to you.
Operation: Adam's Heel will commence on your signal.
Hail the Millennium
August 10, 2017 a.t.b.
Area 11, Settlement
"Eh…was that our fault?"
Lelouch and Rivalz dismounted their motorcycle (with a side car attached) an observed the damage of the car wreck they just caused.
Truthfully, it wasn't their fault. A truck was driving up exceedingly fast, as though the driver was on a tight schedule. They attempted to drive out of the way, but the truck swerved in the other direction, off the main road and onto a construction site, where the truck ran into some of the metal girders. From their spot on the side of the highway, the damage looked considerably minor. Lelouch blinked and thought he saw a gentle glitter of gold light being emitted from the truck.
"Hey, Rivalz, come check this out," said Lelouch, removing his shades.
"Hey, over here!" He turned to his left and noticed that a large group of people have gathered.
"Whoa, nasty crash!"
"What happened? Some sort of accident?"
"Probably a drunk driver."
"It's always some moron."
"Hey, maybe someone ought to go help."
Those idiots! Lelouch thought in disgust, eyeing the growing crowd of on-lookers, taking pictures with their cell phones or creating gossip. Throwing his helmet and shades in the side car, Lelouch ran down the ramp and toward the truck.
"Look, the student rescue team has arrived."
"So like, why doesn't anyone call for help? You know?"
Oh shut up! You're not helping!
"Hey! Are you alright?" he called through the debris that blocked his way to the door. He then climbed up the ladder on the side and called out again. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?"
…it's you… Lelouch froze, a sudden sensation coming over his body. …finally I have found my… What the heck?
A moment went by, and then…
Lelouch flew forward and into the opening on the roof of the trailer as the truck lurched backwards. He landed hard on the floor as the truck and trailer reversed direction and began driving off.
"Stop!" Lelouch called out, "I'm in here!"
Pendragon, capital of the Holy Britannian Empire
In the office of the Pendragon News Network, a package arrived without a return address. The package was opened to reveal a video disc and a letter. When the program executive read the letter, he rushed to the nearest studio and ordered that the disc be played at the beginning of the next broadcast.
In the Pendragon market place, Guinevere de Britannia and three bodyguards were browsing the various goods and stalls disguised as normal Britannian citizens. A short distance behind them, a figure wearing a green jacket, a handkerchief tied around his neck, and hood watched them, hands in his pockets. His eyes briefly alighted on two of the four men wearing similar garb and silently watching the entire scene, not just him and the target. Come on, he thought, give me a chance, a chance to rid that cursed piece of sin from Eden.
Back at the Pendragon News Network, the anchor announced that a message has been sent to the station with instructions to immediately broadcast a video for the sake of the world and the North American continent. The disc was then inserted into the broadcast computer and the video started playing, revealing a man in a green uniform and beret with a strong jaw and burning eyes. Behind him was a strange symbol which looked something like the head of a snake, yellow outline on green.
"Greetings people of the world and of Eden. You may identify me as Commander Diamondback. I am the current leader of the Sons of the Serpent. We are here to make things right in accordance to military Operation: Adam's Heel. Over the centuries, the North American continent has been contaminated by Sin. This Sin has ruined America and the rest of the world as a result. This effect must be reversed."
Back in the market place, the young man in green raised his hood. A small gathering of female adolescents passed in-between him and Guinevere de Britannia. He started forward, gently wrapping around the group of giggling students playing hooky.
"And there is only one sure way to eliminate Sin from Eden…"
There was a minute clicking sound that came from the young man's wrist as he broke into a run, straight at one of Guinevere's bodyguards. The undercover guard spun around in time for the stranger to leap up, run one of his feet into the guards waist, forcing the guard down and back, slam the other foot on the guard's shoulder, and launch himself into the air toward Guinevere with spread-eagled arms.
"…complete and absolute extermination."
The last thing that came to the eyes and senses of Guinevere de Britannia, First Princess of the Britannian Imperial Family, was a green-garbed figure followed by an intense pain in her neck and blackness. She never felt the ground she fell on, her assassin astride her torso with a razor sharp blade in her neck. There was a pause, where almost everyone in the immediate area looked and froze for what would seem to be half an hour. And then…
The bodyguards reacted, all charging in to tackle the killer. The green garbed assassin spun to his feet, arms extended as blades on his wrists sliced open injuries on one of the bodyguards' legs and on another bodyguard's stomach. Shots rang out as the assassin's comrades came forward and fired their handguns at the bodyguards, who dropped to the ground like flies. People screamed as they ran to get away from the scene.
Running from the scene of the crime, one of the Serpent soldiers thought with mild humor, it's just so easy to get accused of terrorism nowadays.
"In the name of Eden!" the assassin declared to the fleeing crowd, holding one of his daggers in the air, "for the garden of paradise that's called: America!" He dropped the dagger and proclaimed: "Wasp power!" before escaping with the other assassins.
"Britannia, I have no idea how you came to control this place, but you will pay the price equivalent to the lives you have destroyed by simply coming to America. The Republic must rise, the prolonged monarchy shall be extinguished, and Eden shall once again prosper where it should be…
…in the Supreme United States of America!"
Airspace over the Middle East
The door to the navigation deck of the airship opened and a messenger came in.
"Lord Daemon."
Standing with his nose almost touching the windshield, Alexander Daemon cocked his head to one side, raising an ear.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Operation: Adam's Heel has begun with success. The Sons of the Serpent have just assassinated Guinevere de Britannia, and they are about to eliminate the other targets."
"Very good," Alexander replied. "As much as I hate to consort with low-level terrorists with a wayward cause, they are quite capable of achieving their side of the bargain." He turned around to return to his seat, then before he sat down, he spun around again, holding his hand out in a dictating gesture that few men have even dared to imitate. "UTOPIA STARTS NOW!"
Area 11, Settlement
"Damn, you think these guys would put a ladder on the inside too," Lelouch said in mild frustration.
"Stop the vehicle!" What, that sounds like a voice over a loudspeaker. "Surrender now and you can get the chance to defend yourself in court!" The sound of bullets impacting the ground echoed from outside.
"Well that's just great!" Lelouch said to himself, "To get out of here I either have the chance of breaking my neck or getting shot." The light dimmed as the truck went into a tunnel. There was a sudden hiss as a door opened. Lelouch flattened himself against what appeared to be a container of some sort, holding his breath hoping that whoever entered wouldn't kill him if he was found out.
"Can you enter the subway via the Ozabu route?" Lelouch leaned forward a little to see a red-headed girl getting rid of her outer layers of clothing to reveal a flight harness.
"Kallen wait!" squawked a voice from the communicator on the ground. The girl froze on the verge of entering the cockpit of a Knightmare Frame.
"What is it?"
"Um…what the heck? I don't know what happened, but the helicopters that were pursuing us just broke off pursuit."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure, clear skies and no other signs of the Britannian authorities." The girl sat down on the steps to the Knightmare. I've seen her before, Lelouch realized, but from where?
The communicator on the floor beeped multiple times. The girl flipped a switch on her communicator.
"Ohgi, what's going on? This channel is risky!"
"It doesn't matter now," said a different voice from the radio.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Big news from the Britannian mainland, a terrorist group just declared war on the whole of Britannia."
"Yeah, and, so, what makes you think this is good news for us?"
"There's more…the group in question has already assassinated one of the Britannian Royals."
"What, no way!"
Lelouch blinked in astonishment, almost disbelief; was this for real?
"Listen," the voice, Ohgi, continued, "rendezvous back at our base and I'll fill you in on the rest when you get there. Ohgi out."
Pendragon, Main Palace Citadel
"Your highness!" A messenger rushed onto the balcony. Emperor Charles zi Britannia stood viewing over the city below.
"So it's true? Guinevere de Britannia is dead?"
"Yes my lord, I am truly sorry." The Emperor gave a heavy sigh.
"Well at least we know who's responsible. Hmm?" It seemed as though the very air in front of the Emperor shimmered briefly. What is that low whirring sound I hear? Charles thought to himself. He may have been old, but he wasn't crazy. That is…until three helicopters, all green and bearing the mark of the Serpent, materialized in mid-air.
"This…is who killed Guinevere?" the Emperor asked, shaking from head to foot.
A fuselage door slid open and a man wearing an all-green uniform and balaclava leaned out.
"The British Isles are across the Atlantic, you Eden-defiling interlopers!" The multi-barrel guns on the helicopters began to spin as the Son of the Serpent spoke, until-
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-they fired.
Both the Emperor and the messenger were both killed instantly as the bullets from the three sets of gatling-guns ripped through the walls and floors of the citadel, causing a small section of the structure to collapse. Several rockets were fired as well, increasing the damage.
Charles zi Britannia – Eliminated
South American continent
Three identical black cars headed north on the highway. One of the Serpents popped out of a hole in the road ahead of the cars and fired an RPG. The rocket-propelled-projectile hit its mark, destroying the first car in line. The two other vehicles swerved to avoid the first. The second screeched to a stop on the side of the road as the third sped past. The Serpent grabbed a second RPG and fired at the car that stopped, which was engulfed in flame upon impact. The third car continued onward only to be riddled with machine gun bullets that punctured the tires and caused it to roll over multiple times to the other side of the road. Three more members of the Sons of the Serpent almost immediately rushed forward and shot three more RPGs at the upside-down wreck.
Carine le Britannia – Eliminated
Falkland Islands
A door was kicked down and two Serpents stormed in as three others stood guard outside. Twenty-four rounds of shotgun slugs later, the Serpents left.
Gabrielle la Britannia – Eliminated
Philippines
Odysseus eu Britannia and his security detail were on their way to Odysseus' personal transport. He had to get back to the Homeland. Suddenly an official ran out of the building toward the First Prince.
"My Lord! Stop! Urgent news! The main palace in Pendragon has been attacked!" Odysseus spun around, a look of disbelief on his face.
"What? That's just impossible! Is my father-" Three simultaneous sniper shots silenced him, piercing his head, esophagus, and one of his clavicles. The security detail and everyone else began running for cover as the snipers continued firing down on them.
Odysseus eu Britannia – Eliminated
Western Canada
"Three... nine... five... come on," the Serpent complained as he watched faces through a long-range scope. "And...the hell? These Brits have a negro bitch working for them? What the hell are those 'civilized' idiots thinking? Wait... oh, yes! Six! That's gotta be her!" He glanced at a collection of photos, one of which was circled in red marker and labeled: 2-for-1; whatever that meant. He picked up his radio while he readied a laser designator. "All targets confirmed," said the Serpent, pointing the laser at the riverside mansion/compound, "give that British swine Hellfire."
A short distance away, a helicopter launched an AGM-114 Hellfire missile. The aim was true and the building was ripped apart by the explosion.
Knights of the Round – Eliminated; confirmation recommended
Britannian Caribbean Naval Base
The entire base was on high alert. After hearing about the deaths of Guinevere, Gabrielle, and the aerial attack on the capital, Second Prince Schneizel ordered the base to prepare for possible assault. Smart move considering Schneizel was also an obvious target.
"My lord."
"What is it?" Schneizel asked the messenger.
"First Prince Odysseus has been assassinated."
"What? How?"
"Three sniper shots to the head, simultaneously." This made Schneizel shake with both fear and fury.
"Damn it, they think they could just appear out of nowhere and wipe out the Britannian Royal Family and get away with it? I swear! They will all lose everything, even if they do succeed! And someone notify the Knights of the Round!"
Schneizel's communicator squawked as the base's command center hailed him.
"My lord, underwater sensors indicate a large unknown presence near the docks. You have to get away from there!"
"Get away from what?" Schneizel demanded in reply.
A huge roar answered his question as a large bi-pedal machine, twice as big as your average Knightmare Frame and of a design that was completely unknown by any standard. Along the side of the blue/green-tinted metal, was bold black lettering: M.G. – PYTHON
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The front of the machine then opened to emit a terrible mechanical shriek. The Britannian forces started to scramble, but too late. A laser fired from the opening in the head as multiple rockets were launched from the machines' shoulder blades. The rockets then begun rotating in mid-air, releasing additional explosive projectiles that rained down on the full area of the base. Having accomplished its goal, the pilot of the M.G. – PYTHON turned the machine around, and dove back into the bay.
Schneizel el Britannia – Eliminated
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Middle East
"Cornelia!"
"What is it Guilford?" Second Princess Cornelia asked her Knight as she climbed into her personal Knightmare Frame.
"The enemy forces, they've just been annihilated!"
"What? By who? Who took care of them for us? China? United Europia?"
"No, it appears to be someone else altogether. I can't tell from this distance, but…oh…god no! Cornelia! You've got to get out of here! Run-" An explosion cut off Guilford's transmission.
"Guilford? Guilford!" Cornelia's mind raced, she has just lost her Knight and she, if not everyone else here, was in danger from who-knows-what. "All units scramble! We move to the south to the ocean. Hurry!"
She launched her Knightmare only to witness a terrible sight. About 20 or 30 machines, almost identical but not the same as the Knightmares, accompanied by a low-flying airship. Missiles, bullets, and apparent laser blasts were everywhere, and this new enemy moved faster and stronger than any force that Britannia has ever faced.
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Just as Cornelia was about to intervene, a different machine from the ones that plagued the battlefield appeared and sliced off the main arm of her Knightmare. A light lit up on the front of the machine began to signal.
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The front of the machine then opened and a masked figure in an all white outfit stepped out.
"Okay then," Cornelia said to herself, "if that's the way you want to do things, then fine by me." She opened the cockpit and rode the cable to the ground to face the unknown foe.
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They charged toward each other, Cornelia firing her combat pistol at her opponent before the other pilot drew a curved and well tempered blade of steel. Their swords met in a shower of sparks as a few flaming pieces of a Knightmare Frame showered the desert sand, so much smoke and embers rising into the sky that it looked like a scene from Purgatory. Whenever Cornelia thought she had the upper hand, her opponent would suddenly and smoothly change tactics on her.
He was basically toying with her! Like how a cat would play with its food.
Time suddenly seemed to slow down as her opponent leapt back and spun around, swinging his sword down and about. The opponent then pointed the hilt of the sword at her and shifted his fingers as though he was to shoot a gun.
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There was a gunshot and a small bullet entered Cornelia's right shoulder. She cried out as the pain registered and was forced back from the force of the impact.
The rotten scoundrel!
She moved her sword to her left hand as the opponent continued to fight, only lazily batting at her blade with one-handed strokes.
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Then with a quick succession of motions, her opponent knocked her sword out of her hands, kicked her back a few paces, spun around again and kicked her hard in the side of one of her knees. She dropped to her knees, attempting to raise her sword as the scoundrel swung his blade at her head.
She fell, twisting, to the ground, blood coloring the sand and already baking in the heat. The opponent then knelt next to Cornelia, drawing a heavy dagger, weighing it in his hand and admiring the white ribbon trailing from the hilt.
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"A great power is rising, too bad it isn't going to be you or anyone from this world." The figure stabbed the dagger into her back, stood, and, as the ribbon blew in the ember laden breeze, walked back to his machine. The whole Britannian task-force was now no where to be seen. What was left to be seen of them was blackened metal, burning steel, and a white ribbon with a circular red crest emblazoned upon it.
Cornelia li Britannia – Eliminated
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