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Chapter 3: First Contact

Lelouch Lamperouge, Area 11, 2017 A.D (1963)

Lelouch laid back against the hard metal side of the truck, his mind coming in and out of consciousness as he tried desperately to regain control of himself. His vision was blurred and he could feel small trickles of blood pouring down the back of his neck.

"The hell did I hit my head on?", he groggily said as he tried tried to retrace his steps before he ended up being unwillingly dragged around in a cat and mouse chase between Japanese rebels and Britannian authorities. He remembered going to the nobleman's business to play chess, and then he was rushing to return to school before Milly would grind him to a pulp...

His thoughts were halted when he felt another surge of pain through his head as his consciousness began to fade again.

"Oh no..." he grunted as he passed out, his mind filling with old memories and dreams.

Area 1, Britannian - American Border, 1952 (2009 A.D), 1 Year prior to the invasion of Japan

It was a chilly winter night in the silent forests of Area 1, formerly the colony of Canada before the fall of the British Empire and the rise of the Britannian Empire. Since then it had become the capitol of the newly formed empire, and served as a constant tension filled point fueled by the disparity between the United States of America and Britannia. Two opposite sides of the same coin, they shared a common history and blood, but other than that they could be no more different from each other. On one side of the border was a country that valued oppression, injustice and civil obedience. On the other side was a country fueled by the words it was founded on, of "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness". And as the world works, when you place two opposites near each other, they seemingly attract in a violent manner.

The silence of the empty forest was interrupted by the crunching of snow under the boots a small figure. The figure was the size and shape of a child, their features hidden from being bundled under a heavy set of fur coats and heavy jackets. At his side was a satchel that was filled to the brim with papers and various unusual objects. Obviously burdened by the weight, the figure moved slowly across the snow, on foot at a time as they moved forward against the forces of nature.

Suddenly the figure stopped at what appeared to be the opening to a field in the wilderness.

"Crap..." he said quietly as he panted heavily, resting his body against a nearby tree. His heart was beating faster than ever had felt in his life. He peeked slightly over the trees side to get a better look at the supposed meeting place. As he requested, there was two visible agents standing next to a small car, he could see clearly in the field, one had his back away from him and the other towards him. He couldn't make out what the two were talking about due to the distance, but it was another sight that caught his attention.

In the distance, in the trees near the meeting site, he could see the moonlight of the full moon making a faint gleam of unnatural light reflecting of what he assumed was a sniper scope or a pair of binoculars.

"Should've known they would've pulled some shit like this..." he whispered to himself. He reached down into the thick layer of coats and pulled out a small Britannian pistol armed with a silencer. He hoped that the meeting would go as planned an things would stay peaceful, but in the case of if things went south he wanted something that could bail him out of a tight spot. Though he'd knew that he had practically little chances of fighting off highly trained intelligence agents, he felt that it was at least something that could give him a sort of boost of confidence.

He took a deep breath and walked out of the cover of the tree, exposing himself the two unknowing people in the center of the field. Hearing the the sounds of movement the agents quickly turned their attention to the boy slowly making his way across the field. The younger one of the two quickly reached for their gun but was stopped by the other, who shook their head vehemently and slightly scolded the agent for his reckless action.

The boy eventually reached their position, sluggishly moving his legs one by one until he stopped a few fete in front of the two men.

"Whats the code you were given?" quickly spoke the experienced man.

"Charlie-Fox-549030-Decker" spoke the boy.

"Then I assume you are the contact then?" asked he asked with a rough voice. The boy nodded, "Then what do you got for us today?", the boy motioned for the two to follow him as he walked towards the car and lifted the satchel onto the hood. The two men watched as he opened the lashes and pulled out a set of documents clearly labeled as 'CLASSIFIED'.

At that moment, everything began to blur...

Present Time

Lelouch woke up with a stir and felt the truck come to a halt. He heard a hail of bullets being shot at by a nearby aircraft. Thank god the truck seemed to been encased in a sort of armor, otherwise he would've already been ripped to shreds.

"Why have these an memories been popping up in my dreams?" he whispered aloud. He would rather have forgotten the past rather than re-live it. He had more skeletons in closet than he could ever count.

'Now's not the time for that...' he thought. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, how far the truck had gone or where his exact location was. He could've been halfway across Japan for all he knew. The truck took a sharp left without warning and his head was again smashed alongside the side of the truck, albeit with much less force than before.

The truck moved for some distance before he felt it crash through what felt like a concrete wall before all feelings of motion was halted while the container smashed against the back of the truck. He heard the driver groan as he griped his abdomen in pain, noticing a large bullet hole and a whole lot blood that stained his clothes and the surrounding cabin. In his free hand what looked to be like a detonator in his hand. Looking over to the capsule, the two points in his mind clicked before his face turned a deathly pale.

'He's gonna release the poison gas!' he screamed in his mind. He was not worried about his own safety, but instead was worrying about the safety of his little sister. He only hoped that they were a long distance away from Ashford Academy if the rebel wanted to blow the thing. At that moment the back of the truck opened and the container fell out, flipping over once before landing perfectly upright. He stumbled around a bit before pulling himself off the floor and began walking to the container. He jumped down from the ledge and landed on his feet.

Now that he had at least a better view due to the increase in light, he noticed that the container didn't seem like any gas container he had ever seen. He had been inside many military stockpiles at the various munitions depots across Britannia, and had seen the many modern gas canisters, but none like what stood before him. The boys curiosity overpowered any type of common sense as he walked closer to the capsule.

His inspection of the device was cut short when he had to narrowly dodge a flying roundhouse kick that would have certainly incapacitated him. He looked at his assailant and grimaced. It was a male figure dressed in a standard set of light grey Britannian infantry armor with his helmet visor down.

"Surrender terrorist scum, you will not harm any more lives today!" he said with a gusto as he took a fighting stance. The teenager looked more perplexed than terrified at the soldiers antics.

'Most Britannian soldiers shoot first then ask questions later... what the hell's up with this guy?' he thought as he tilted his head in confusion. This just seemed to anger the soldier even more.

"What the heck's up with that look?! You know I can...wait...", he paused mid sentence as if he had an epiphany, "Lelouch...?"

The black haired boy tensed up as his eyes widened. There were few people that could could identify him and all those people were currently in school. However, as the sound of the soldiers voice played over in his head, and his antics before had reminded him a certain brown haired idiot.

'It couldn't be...!' he simply stared as the figure removed his helmet. Standing there was his long lost and best friend Suzaku Kururugi, the son of the late prime minister and current leader of JLF forces Genbu Kururugi. He was quite surprised to see him fighting for the enemy rather than fighting with his own people. Although he couldn't say much, as he himself had quite a long history of betraying his own people.

"Suzaku..." spoke Lelouch in an astonished tone.

"Lelouch..." spoke Suzaku with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Its been a long time since the invasion" spoke the Japanese teen. Lelouch nodded as Suzakus gaze turned slightly more serious.

"Don't tell me Lelouch, your not mixed in with these terrorists, are you?" he asked cautiously. He vigorously shook his head as a small grin adorned his face.

"I'm hurt Suzaku, do you think I would stoop so low as to work with rabble such as this?", he said while pointing towards the truck, "I may hate Britannia with a burning passion, I would never work with people who would use weapons of mass destruction on a whim"

Suzaku seemed taken aback by Lelouchs comment.

"You now whats inside it?! That's military classified stuff! Plus, you haven't yet even explained to me how you ended up here!" he said. Lelouch sighed as he readied his long explanation of his puzzling afternoon.

Just as he was about to speak, hissing sounds and smoke began to emit from the supposed weapon. Suzaku yelled as he sprinted to Lelouch, taking out and pressing his gas mask against he face while taking a deep breath and closed his eyes.

They remained in the position for a few moments before Suzaku, confused on why was it feeling any sort of pain or discomfort. He tentatively opened his eyes as to see what was happening. Looking at the capsule with a surprised face he removed the gas mask from Lelouchs face.

Being able to see again he also looked the container and was equally surprised. The container opening as various panels were shifted around to reveal its contents.

Inside the container was not some sort of chemical weapon nor explosive. Instead was a beautiful woman with a mask over her mouth. She laid in the container unconscious while binded by what seems to be clothes that would be used to restrain a unruly hospital patient.

"What...what the hell?" spoke Lelouch as he walked up to the sleeping girl. He looked over the woman and slightly blushed. She had long flowing green hair that was spread out across the padded bed. She had slim figure with remarkable C - cup breasts and long slender legs. In his opinion she outclassed any sort of supermodel he had ever seen.

Suzaku was baffled at the sight.

"This wasn't in the mission explanation..." he whispered. As he spoke this the woman began to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she attempted to move but was unable due to the bindings. Lelouch leaned over her and united thebubd bindings, her eyes widening at the sight of him.

Now unhinged, she pulled hereaelf out of the container and plopped onto the floor with a thud. She stood and stretched her body before removing the mask from her face.

"Now look what we got here!" spoke a loud masculine voice. The three looked over to a group of armed men dressed in a red and black coat and officers hat. Lelouch grimaced as he recognized the signature clothes of the royal guard.

They focused their pistols at Lelouch, "Step aside soldier, this above your pay grade." he spoke in an arrogant tone. Suzaku ran in front of Lelouch and held his hands out as if he was a shield.

"But he isn't a terrorism! I swear, there has to be some sort of explanation for this!" Suzaku yelled at the man.

"I don't care if he is innocent or not. He has seen the package, and anyone outside the military who is caught seeing package is to be executed. One last time eleven, move out of the way or you will die like the rest of these scum" spoke the large man.

Instead of moving he instead stood in defiance against the royal guard. Without hesitation the man pulled the trigger and shot the boy. He fell to the ground clutching the wound.

"SUZAKU!" yelled Lelouch as they aimed their guns at him.

"Too bad, he seems like a nice little obedient eleven. Now for you.."

Just as he said this, another person yelled at the top of their lungs.

"LONG LIVE JAPAN!" came from the inside of the truck. Realizing this was the driver of the truck, Lelouch grabbed the hand of the green haired girl and the two sprinted away.

"FIRE!" yelled the captain of the guard. But before they could a massive explosion rocked the building and sent the soldier flying backwards.

Running down a random hallway with the girl in tow, attempted to figure out where they were and how they would get themselves out of this mess. However, no matter how many turns and twists he made he seemed to be getting nowhere. All while multiple armed royal guards were attempting to hunt him and his new found companion.

Eventually the two found themselves in a small warehouse with an open floor. He sat down while the green haired beauty remained standing and staring at him.

He had so many questions. Who was she, why was she incarcerated in some sorta capsule, why ere those soldiers so intent on capturing here had orders to kill anyone who saw he on he spot?

"Who are you?" he spoke while panting heavily.

"I am C.C., and you are Lelouch Lamperouge, or should I say the former prince Lelouch vi Britannia?" he smirked when she saw his dumbstruck face. How the hell did she know his alias, let alone his actual name and former title?

Before he could question her further the sounds of boots resounded nearby. A they could flee the group of soldiers blocked the only exit from the room.

The man had a maniacal smile on his face as the raised their guns.

"Like a rat coughs in trap!", he laughed hysterically, "Its too bad I have to kill you. Too bad a student like you got mixed up with these terrorist scam"

He felt dread in his stomach as they were about to pull the trigger...

Unknown Location, John Polaski, A few hours earlier

Sitting in the Command center, the American agents John Polaski sat with his junior agent Annie Wellington. The two had been surprised at how unlucky the boy seemed. When he had tried to preform a good act, and ended with him getting sent on a wild goose chase chase across the Tokyo Resettlement Area alongside a group of rebels.

The older agent remembered when he first approached the C.I.A nearly 11 years ago. He shivered how cold he spoke when he first met him as a child.

1952, Britannian - American Border

John Polaski had seen much in his life working as a intelligence operative for the Central Intelligence Bureau. Over his 30 year career he had seen torture, murder, corruption and things no man, woman or child should ever see. But in every case nothing he had seen could totally phase him. He was the spitting image of an intelligence agent, a totally emotionless introvert that focused on only facts that and never allowed emotion to make decisions.

However, when he looked into the eyes of the child standing before him, he felt nothing but an unnatural cold feeling wash over him. His eyes looked like those that would belong to a combat veteran or someone who has lost somebody important to them and was seeking revenge.

He had been given sparse information on who this person was and his connection to the Britannian military, however he had shown to HQ enough information to warrant an investigation into the matter. According to command, it apparently is some sort of weapon Britannia had been developing over the past few years under the highest level of secrecy.

He had not been told however, that the informant would be a child. What possible information could a child possess that could be so crucial to set up a meeting in such a desolate and tension filled area?

"So whats this information that was all so important? In your message you were very cryptic about it, something about a grave danger to the enemies of Britannia?"

"Look at this" the boy handed him the document. He skimmed over the documents, looking over what seemed to schematics to a new type of weapon. It appeared to be some sort of advanced piloted mech, however the specs that this thing had were insane. Looking over the data of the trial run, it showed how highly mobile and heavily armed this mech was and how lethal it could be in a conventional war.

"Just what the hell is this thing?" he said as he looked over to the kid.

"It is what the scientists referred to as a 'Knightmare' frame. It's a weapon that surpasses most forms of conventional weapons", he said as pulled out another document and handed it to him, "Look at the specs for the latest generation of them. It's armor is high resistant to standard explosives and bullets, and its speed plus it's maneuverability makes it more versatile than a tank or jet"

"You say there are multiple generations of these things?! How has this stayed hidden this long?" spoke in astonishment.

"The knightmares that are currently built were mostly second generations, with some third generation is currently in its final design phase" spoke the boy as he handed him the entire satchel.

"Inside that sack is all the available information I was able to obtain. I trust that you will put it to good use" the boy said while he turned around, "Now I must leave before someone notices that I am missing"

Present Time

'Those times were much simpler...' he thought as he ran his hands through his hair. From what he saw the kid had little chance against the Britannian army, much less when the royal guard got involved. Whatever was in the truck was certainly something the Britannian army needed to keep secret, as they have mobilized the entire army stationed in Tokyo to capture the truck.

He knew that he couldn't lose the boy here. If they did it would setback their operations here by months, maybe even years if they wouldn't find a suitable replacement. That boys intellect and charismatic nature could be used t their advantage if they played it right, in the long term they wished to use him to unite the rebels in Japan and drive out Britannia. The loss of Japan would cripple Britannia's ability to produce the incredibly important resource of Sakuradite, the main power source for the Knightmare frame and the supposed reason for the initial invasion.

"Annie..." he spoke as he stood up from his seat and walked over to a large object in the nearby corner that was covered by a large tarp. The girl stood at attention, "Yes sir?" she spoke.

"It appears we need you in the field to make sure that kid doesn't get put six feet under. I am authorizing the use..." he paused as he removed the tarp, "...of the Patriot Knightmare system" he said t a surprised Annie.

"But sir, is that truly wise? What if our location is compromised? What will we-"

"I have already calculated risk, and it is well in the safe zone to use the Knightmare, If we are discovered we can easily move the needed equipment to a new location or just pull out of Japan if need be. Now go get your pilot suit on, before the situation gets worse" he said with an authoritative voice. She sighed slightly, nodding and muttered a yes sir before walking to the other side of the room and entering another room.

After a few minutes she appeared from the room, John had to suppress a groan and growing blush as he gazed at his fellow agent. Her 'assets' were much more pronounced when wearing the blue and red skintight pilot suit that all pilots wore to make travel in the Knightmare frame less uncomfortable for the pilot. She unconsciously placed an arm under her large bosom, making them appear even larger than before.

He shook his head and cleared his mind, 'Think of grandma John, just think of grandma, and not the super hot C.I.A agent currently standing in front of you..'

"Lets get this over with" she said with a sigh as she walked past him He sighed as he fished the keys out of his pocket and threw it to the woman. She caught it, unlocked the Knightmare, entered it and powered up the large machine. She took a few moments to adjust the setting and move around a bit to get a feel for driving as it has been a while since she had driven one of these.

John walked over to the exit that lead to outside world and opened the large door, "You are all set for launch, leave whenever you are ready"

After a second she moved the Knightmare forward and drove out of the garage, to an to the upcoming battle that, no one would realized would change the course of history.

That's a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed it! This story is slowly being developed, and the story of Lelouchs connection to the U.S will be furthered over time. Also, alongside Lelouch, a few other characters backstories will be tweaked and changed to enhance the story. Also I might change a couple things and revise this chapter later on, but I really wanted to get this out to you all as it has been a while. On that note, I am working on another Code Geass Fic and will be published soon, so look forward to that. One last thing, if you are interested, check out my other stories if like what you read today. Well, that's all she wrote! If you have any criticisms, ideas, comments, concerns or want to contact me, just send me a PM or leave a review. Thanks, and have a good one!

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