Turn 1.3
I have to admit, I'm actually disappointed. Thankfully, ROB made it so I still have Lelouch's genius. Which makes this...easy.
Hell, even with just my own skills, I could probably do pretty well.
The enemy cannot see us. We can see their IFF. Thanks to Viletta's Sutherland, I'm part of their comms network. We're massively outnumbered, true. But... They clearly never expected to fight Knightmare Frames. And maybe Clovis just grabbed the leftovers for his rush to flatten Shinjuku, but these guys suck.
"Q-1, use plan 4. Do you have a map of the area?"
"Yes, but it doesn't have landmarks."
I raise an eyebrow at CC. "Don't worry. I have a plan."
I switch off the radio and kick back. "Do you mind if I stroke your hair?" I ask the greenette.
She tilts her head quizzically. "What?"
I shrug. "You have beautiful hair. May I?"
She nods, somewhat dumbstruck. I run my slim fingers down her mane.
"I must admit, I'm disappointed. I'm almost ashamed to call Clovis a relative, let alone my half-brother."
She grimaces at the mention of his name. I smile as I hum while stroking.
"I'm in position."
I flick on the radio. "Wait for it..." I watch the goon squad gather. Oh Clovis, you dumb shit. You never send a massed attack unless you're absolutely sure of victory. "Now!"
Oh, look. Knightmares go down the hooooole.
"Hahahahaha!" I laugh maniacally at my victory.
CC frowns and pokes me in the stomach, interrupting my laughter. "Get back to stroking, boy. And you're brushing my hair when we're done today."
I close my mouth, trying to stop laughing. "Yes, mistress," I say snarkily.
"Hey! What the hell is that!? Argh!"
What the heck?! One of my pawns just got pwned. I thought Clovis was out of goons...
Aw shit. Lancelot. Suzaku.
"All units, retreat. The enemy has deployed an advanced unit. Sutherlands cannot defeat it."
"Yeah right! Come on guys, we can win if we rally together."
I facepalm. "Suit yourself. I'm going to remind you of this conversation if we ever meet."
I switch off the radio. "Welp, they're screwed."
CC looks up at my exasperated expression. "You have no confidence in your subordinates?"
I cup her chin, "CC, they swiped your 'poison gas' container without a plan. No. The only one who actually looks worthwhile is the red Glasgow pilot."
I look her in the eye. "She managed to fight Sutherlands and not die by herself in a piece of junk one armed unit. And she has more kills than half these guys combined. That girl is an ace."
CC smiles like a Cheshire cat. "Oh, so I'm not enough for you?"
A white Knightmare Frame jumps in front of me.
"Tell you what, if I survive the next few minutes, I'll answer that." I pivot, barely avoiding a Slash Harken.
"9 o'clock!" CC yells. I dodge to the left and skedaddle off down the road.
"I'm returning the favor!" Oh sweet merciful Kami, thank you, you tsundere redhead.
I rappel up a building, trying to outrun Lancelot.
Yeah. Fat chance of that.
"Aiyeeee!"
Fucking finally. "Piss off, whitehead." I activate the cockpit ejection and rocket towards the G-1 base.
As we fly through the air, I turn to CC. "In answer to your question: I like who I like. If we both like them, we can have fun with them together."
CC gapes in shock. Then turns a sultry grin on me. "My my, a libertine. Does that include men too?"
I shrug. "Sure. But I'm a bit pickier on that particular front."
CC holds onto me as the cockpit crashes down. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
I disengage the seat belts. "Time to prune the family tree. Coming, dear?"
Clovis's security is garbage. One quick change later, and I'm in a uniform with CC following behind me.
And here's the C&C. Mind-rape time!
"Get, the fuck, out!" I jab my thumb at the door.
Clovis, being the spoiled brat he is, is not happy. But seeing as how I've got a gun on him, he very quickly shuts up. "Stop the massacre now. Order everyone back." I cock the gun's hammer at him.
"All units, cease fire! Cease fire at once! In my name of Clovis la Britannia, there will be no further violence! All casualties and injured shall be treated, regardless of origin." He switches off the radio. "Good enough?"
I nod, my face still concealed by the dark. "Very humanitarian touch at the end."
Clovis preens a bit as a cold sweat runs down his face. "So you're satisfied?"
I step into the light. "The crack about humanitarian was sarcasm. God, you still can't tell when someone is doing that?" I rub my forehead.
Clovis blinks and then gapes in shock. "Impossible..."
I look up, then wave. "Oh. Hi, bro. So I got caught up in your Shinjuku throwdown. And..." I level the gun at him, shaking my head while frowning. "Your Royal Guard tried to kill me."
"Dick move, bro. Dick move."
End of turn 1.
