"The date was August 12, 2010 of the Imperial Calendar. The Holy Britannian Empire had just declared war upon Japan. The far-east island nation had held fast to its neutrality, and now Britannia looms as the world's only superpower. Rights to Japan's underground resources became a hotly disputed issue, straining the already deep-rooted diplomatic tensions between the two sides. In the deciding battle for the mainland, Britannian forces introduced into combat the Humanoid Autonomous Armored Knight, known as the Knightmare Frame. The enemy's forces were far greater than anticipated and the Knightmares obliterated the Japanese line of defense with little effort. Japan became a dominion of the empire; the country and its people were stripped of its freedom, its rights and its name. Area 11: The defeated and once proud nation of Japan was rechristened with a mere number. Area 11."

"I swear... I swear Suzaku, so help me, I will one day... Obliterate Britannia!" - Lelouch Vi Britannia, former eleventh prince of the holy Britannian Empire speaking to his best friend Suzaku Kururugi, son of Japans Prime Minister.


Tokyo settlement august 10, 2017. Babble Tower, a place of gambling, greed and debauchery. Right now two teenage boys are leaving the lobby after beating a, rather pompous, noble in a game of chess. And took the fool for all he's worth. Both boys were wearing high school uniforms, black with gold trim. They were the uniforms of Ashford academy.

"I love playing against the nobility! When they lose they always pay outa pride." said blue haired boy. His name was Rivalz Cardemonde. Right now he was congratulating his friend Lelouch Lamperouge on the chess match he had just won. "By the way eight minutes 42 seconds is a new record."

"He also didn't have much time to move either," Lelouch replied. "And as opponents go the nobles are tepid, their just over privileged parasites that's all." Although he'd never say it, he knew more about the nobles than anyone. Seven years ago he was actually Lelouch Vi Britannia, the eleventh prince of the holy empire. A traumatic event and a childish outburst had cost him and his little sister their title. Almost any girl that took one look at him, would find him quite handsome, with his hair was a raven black and his eyes a light violet. It was one of his biggest pains, having fan girls.

"Well then, why don't you challenge one of the elevens? They're nothing like us Britannians..." eleven's, names the Japanese people were branded with. It was the same with every nation Britannia conquered. With any luck the Arab nation their government was currently attacking would become area 18 and its native people would become eighteens. Rivalz then paused as Lelouch's attention was diverted to a sudden news broadcast. Like everyone else they looked to one of the many public jumbo screens that lined the streets.

"Here's video footage of yesterday's terrorist bombings in Osaka. The secretary reported 59 casualties in this incidence. 8 Britannians and 51 others." A Female News Reporter announced. "We apologize for the delay his Royal Highness Prince Clovis third prince of Britain will address the nation."

The image shifted from a bombed building to a blond haired man in his mid-twenties, wearing a white cloak and purple coat underneath. "To all my imperial subjects, including of course the many cooperative Elevens who choose to serve the Empire of Britannia." his tone seemed sincere and somewhat saddened. The broadcast was played on all stations, even radio.

It was not well received by everyone however... "We're not elevens! We're Japanese." shouted a female passenger of a recently stolen military black ops semi-truck. Her black haired accomplice and driver Nagata seethed in silent agreement.

"Do you not see my pain? My heart was ripped from my chest only to be torn apart! The remnants are filled with rage and sadness. However, as ruler of Area 11, I will not tolerate terrorism of any kind! Because the battle we fight is a righteous one! A virtuous battle, to protect the well-being of one and all." and with a sincere voice added, "Now then, everyone, I would like you to join me in observance of the eight who died for justice in the line of duty." Clovis la Britannia then bowed his head and places his hand over his heart.

"A moment of silence please." the unseen news caster asked.

"Well aren't you going to join in?" Rivalz asked as he got their ride ready to return to school, a blue and white RR1200 BMC motor bike equipped with a sidecar.

"Aren't you?" Lelouch asked back as he paid the parking fee for the bike.

"Heh, it's sort of embarrassing." He chuckled, leaning against his bike.

"I agree with you. Besides, spilling tears over those people won't bring them back to life, now will it?" Lelouch's remark carried more weight than he wanted.

"Dang, that's dark buddy." Rivalz didn't want to do it because he thought just standing like that was too awkward.

"It's all about self-satisfaction." He said as a far off look passed over his eyes. "It doesn't matter how hard you try, you can't do it. There's no way you can change the world."


At that same moment prince Clovis was removing one of the many emotional masks that he wears when addressing the public before a camera. "You were magnificent your highness." a blond woman in a revealing red dress said, complementing the prince's performance.

The party itself was being held in the ball room of the viceroy's palace. Far from where the public thought he was. "One would never guess you were attending a party while doing that." said a brunet in an even more revealing teal dress added.

Both women were actually little more than escorts, but with the money Clovis paid; it didn't hurt to stroke his ego.

"After all the viceroy is the marquis actor of area eleven, I need to change costumes quickly." Clovis said accepting the praise. If it was one thing the third prince liked, it was having his ego stroked.

"My, you're so self-confident."

"It's all in the performance. Since the media need a charismatic prince I give them one." Clovis said looking to the camera crew.

"Untrue, prince Clovis." The news chief said. "Our key purpose in life is to assist your reign in any way we can."

Dietard was the only one there not basking in the prince's self-induced glory. In fact he was almost repulsed by it. "His reign is a pathetic sham." he muttered under his breath. When he first started his career in the media he had hoped to have the chance to cover something truly significant. Then a military general suddenly passes by "huh, a soldier."

"Gad, how boorish of you." the prince was clearly annoyed at this interruption. The soldier in question was a bald and portly general by the name of Bartley Asupuriusu, Clovis' advisor, confidant, and friend.

"I beg your pardon your highness. My lord..." The general's arrival had aroused Dietard Curiosity but since it was only one of the prince's high-ranking officers.

It probably had nothing to do with the media. He turned to leave complaining quietly to himself. "Not another appearance for him. Hope it's not as dreary as-"

"You Fool!"

"Huh?" Dietard Curiosity suddenly tugged a little more strongly, making him turn back. Royal out bursts, like the one from the prince, where the military's concerned usually meant something big did or is going to happen. An if the high volume was any indication, it was very big.

"The police were informed it was medical equipment. That's all. If we scramble the royal army now there will be..."

"Deploy the royal Guard!" Clovis interrupted, not caring for his underlings warning. "The Knightmares as well." The third prince almost never got upset, not like this. Of all the royal family he tended to be the most laid back. However he had a look that could kill a full grown grizzly.

Whatever had the prince in this mood could not be good. For both him, and the culprit of whatever crime had been committed.


Knightmares, a machine that changed the battle field. First introduced during Britannia's invasion of Japan which, according to the history books, resulted in a crush victory. A Knightmare in essence is a humanoid robot; the cockpit is located in a backpack like hump behind the head and shoulders. They come in many designs but tend to share the same size four to five meters tall. Many high ranking nobles, knights, and officers would have theirs customized.

Down in the hanger people and pilots were scrambling like ants after someone had kicked the hill. The first units out the gate were of the pure bloods faction, their machines marked with red shoulder pardons to show their loyalty to their cause. The pure bloods are a faction of the Britannian military that has the strict belief that allowing honorary titles to the numbered citizens, or numbers, to be a mistake. The founder and leader of this faction, margrave Jeremiah Gottwald, believed this with an almost religious drive, ever since the assignation that transpired at his first post.


Sometimes the drive, no matter how short the distance, can feel like an eternity, especially when it's quiet. That's how Rivalz felt when he asks Lelouch the question. "That first move you made."

"Hm?"

"Why'd you start with the king?" Rivalz said, trying to be more specific.

"If the king doesn't lead how does he expect his subordinates to follow?" Lelouch responded.

"What's with that?"

"With what?" Lelouch finally gave his friend his full attention since he realized he said something too cryptic, again.

"Do you fantasize about running a major corporation?" Rivalz asked trying to get a better picture. After all he'd known Lelouch since the beginning of high school. This was the first time he heard him say something like that.

"No way," Lelouch let out a small chuckle, "ambitions like that will ruin your health..." However both were thrown from their train of thought as the wailing cry from a truck's horn alerted them to a heavy semi barreling down the road behind them, and just second away from crushing them under its wheels.

Rivalz did the first thing any kid would do, panic. "Aaaah! We're Goanna Die!" he shouted and swerved out of the behemoths path.


"You idiot watch where you're going!" Nagata growled out as he quickly turned the wheel to swerve the truck out of the way.

"No! Not that way!" The red head yelled, but it was too late. In his attempt to avoid squashing the motorbike, Nagata's sudden turn had caused the vehicle to pull onto an off-ramp that led straight into a construction site. Unable to stop in time the vehicle smashed head long into the unfinished structure.


"Eh, was that our fault?" Rivals asked looking at the large dust cloud kicked up by the crash.

"No I don't think so, huh?" something caught Lelouch's eye, a strange flicker of light.

At the viceroy's palace, general Bartley's stress was starting to give him an ulcer. 'We have to retrieve it at all costs.' he thought as he made his way to the vehicle hanger. 'That thing... in the wrong hands would spell doom for us all.'

"Aw man this sucks," Rivalz moaned. After nearly getting crushed, the bike had suddenly stalled. Rivalz's outburst meant he just found out why. "Looks like the power line on the bike got cut."

"Yea..." Lelouch said, as he was more focused on the crashed truck, and a brief light show that looked like a flock of butterflies fluttering over its trailer. "Hey, Rivalz come check this out." Then the rubber-neckers started crawling out of the wood work. They were just bystanders with comments and concerns, but too enamored with the spectacle or lazy to do anything about it. 'All those idiots.' Lelouch thought in disgust before making his way down to the crash to try and help. While Lelouch wasn't the one to publicly show incentive, watching people just stand around during a situation like this was sickening to him.

"Wait!" Rivalz shouted but Lelouch just continued on. As he made his way to the truck the spectators just continued to gawk at the crash.

"Hey! Are you alright?"

No answer, the doors to the cab was blocked by several fallen steel beam. Looking around for another way to reach them Lelouch found a ladder built into the side of the trailer. 'Maybe I can reach them from the trailer.' he thought before he began to climbing up.

Inside the crashed semi, the young girl in the passenger seat was the first to recover from the air bags deployment. "Nagata? Nagata! You okay?" she asked getting more worried at his continued silence.

A light groan told her he was still alive and a quick, "I'm fine." Meant he could still drive.

"Can you hear me? Are you ok?" Lelouch yelled, looking for signs of life.

Then out of nowhere a woman's voice called out. "It's you. Finally I found my..." the voice faded away before it could finish.

"Huh but where?" those words were less heard and more like felt, inside his head. The trailer lurched as the semi-truck went into reverse and the school boy was thrown from his perch into the belly of the steel box. "Stop I'm in here!" Lelouch shouted, but no one could hear him.

"So would you call that a hit and run?" Rivalz asked out loud, not realizing his friend had fallen in.

"You'd think they'd stick a ladder on the inside too." Lelouch muttered as he began looking for a way out.

Lelouch quickly stopped when he heard a voice on a bullhorn from the outside shout. "Stop the vehicle!" it soon became clear that the situation was more trouble than he had originally thought. "Stop and surrender at once!" the lead gunship pilot shouted over its external speakers. "Give up now or we'll shoot to kill!" the VTOL immediately let off a spray of bullets as its last attempt to shoot out its tires.

"Now what do we do, that's the army!" Nagata asked. There was only so much he could do behind the wheel.

"Have you forgotten that's what I am here for." the passenger responded and took off her hat. Revealing a young girl with red hair, combed so it would slightly spike out to the sides. "Can you enter the subway via the Azabu route?" she shouted back. The red head then pass by Lelouch, who had hidden himself behind the capsule just in time.

"Kallen let's use it here why not?" Nagata shouted.

"Because that would mean a blood bath!" the red head shouted back.

"Your right." he said, sorry that he asked.

'I've seen her before.' Lelouch thought as he watched her go. Somewhere deep in his memories he knew he'd seen her.

Back on the highway Rivalz had finally noticed something was off. "Lelouch! Come-on where are you! We've gotta get to school!" however he was long gone. This was too bad to, because Rivalz would be spending the next half hour looking for him. 'Shirley's going to kill me!' he thought as he continued to squash the idea of leaving without him.


"Suspect is moving from the settlement towards the ghettos."

"Copy that, corner them." the gunship commander said just before closing in for the kill shot.

Suddenly the lead VTOL gunship was struck by a cable guided projectile and exploded. "A slash harken?" the second pilot said in shock. There were very few machines that had those weapons. The cable was suddenly retracted, bringing the weapon back to the end of the trailer which opened up to reveal. "A Knightmare!" the second VTOL's pilot exclaimed, as the red machine jumped from the back of the trailer. It was a Glasgow, the first mass production Knightmare frame. Now it was obsolete, the only possible reason a terrorist could have it.

"Crap! These guys are real terrorists!" Lelouch shouted as the back of the trailer closed before he could jump out. Then cursed himself for thinking that. If he had jumped out he really would have broken his neck.

"You fellas know full well what this bad ass mother can do" the Kallen shouted and proceeded to dodge the incoming fire from the VTOLs. Then fired her slash harken again at her next target.

Another gunship exploded as a different aircraft, a Knightmare VTOL, suddenly joined the fight. "The rest of you back off, I'll take this Guy." the newcomer announced, the leader of the pure bloods faction, Jeremiah Gottwald, margrave of area eleven. The plane flew above Kallen's red knightmare to reveal its hollow center, which was filled by another Knightmare. The Sutherland, the next model that replaced the aging Glasgow. Both designs were structurally identical with one major difference. Unlike its predecessor the Sutherland's head boar a facial design. However under the hood, it had far superior performance. "I can only assume you dug that obsolete relic out of some scrap heap" the newcomer said, while his Knightmare detached from the VTOL , twisting around in the air to deflect a harken Kallen had launched, until it landed onto the ground "An over the hill Glasgow is no match for a Sutherland! Not to mention a filthy eleven who spurns the compassion of our glorious emperor." The Sutherland fired off a shot from it grenade launcher. The terrorist pilot just barely blocked the blast with the Glasgow's left arm. Rendering the limb useless.

"Kallen we should both split up!" Nagata said over the radio. "Both of us can't risk being killed, run for it!"

"But-" she tried to protest, but it was all for naught. A second pure blood controlled Knightmare jumped up onto the highway by using its land spinners to scale the walls between two buildings. With a single vault it landed right in front of the truck, and unleashed a hail of bullets at the driver.

"Simple minded eleven." the female pilot smiled, the pilots name was Villetta Nu. She was a Britannian of 26 years, dark skin and silver hair of waist length. Her hair at the moment had been put into a braid to keep it from obscuring her vision.

Back aboard the terrorist's Glasgow Kallen's luck was starting to run out as one of her slash harkens jammed. "No way, its stuck!" she panicked.

"Second hand junk!" Jeremiah shouted before deploying his Sutherlands wrist mounted stun tonfa to smash her malfunctioning machine to pieces. However before the killing blow could hit, Kallen ejected the Glasgow's damaged limb in a cloud of white smoke and took off into the ghettos of Shinjuku. "I'll admit I really like your spirit, however..." he said to himself before proceeding to chase after her. A sinister smile plastered to his face.

Lelouch's luck seemed to be taking a turn for the worst as well. Somehow the semi-truck had avoided capture by the second Sutherland and slipped away before any others could arrive. "No cellphone reception, we're out of range." Lelouch muttered to himself. He needed to get out. "Judging from the darkness and road surface we must be driving along the old subway lines. They must be headed for an exit somewhere in the ghettos. Getting caught will be dangerous, but still..." he began weighing his options "Ok I've got it. I'm not big on the military but I'll take their protection. If I give them a terrorist communicator then, oh wait I forgot." Lelouch then remembered why he wasn't big on the military. He and his sister were still targets of the other nobles, if he was found he could just as easily have an accident shortly after.


Back at the viceroy's palace, Things were finally starting to move, and people took notice. Once person in particular caught general Bartley off guard.

"Ah ha!"

"What are you doing?" general Bartley asked Major Lloyd Asplund. Who continued to stare at him with an awkward intensity, like he was a specimen in a jar.

A thin gentleman with silver hair buttoned up military lab coat, and glasses. Who was looking at him and a creepy smile that would not go away. "Looking at a man who blundered, am I right?" a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Why you!" the general did not take well to criticism. Even from this man.

"You really screwed that one up. Terrorists came and stole whatever it was you and prince Clovis were secretly working on. Retrieving it is simple but you want to sweep up all of their compatriots in addition. Let the terrorists go and you can find their hideout too. Congratulations your reasoning was spot on." Lloyd shouted happily as he turned to a woman standing behind him with short blue hair in a tan uniform. His assistant Cécile Croomy.

"Ah, it was nothing I just thought it was strange." she said in response. The woman's voice and actions were so soft that for a moment Bartley thought she was whispering.

"Ok that's enough, what is it the special core wants out of this?" Bartley demanded, his patience finally run out. Lloyd's grin seemed to widen.

"I'm merely saying I'd like to assist in the clean-up." It was a sincerely happy face, yet it seemed like was better found on a man ready to sell his soul. This man's smile was beginning to really creep Bartley out. "To assist?" This man seemed determined to confuse the general to no end.

"Correct, because it's data I want." There it was, the thing he'd sell his soul for.

"Excuse me?" Ms. Croomy interrupted. "But what in the world have they just stolen anyway?"

Bartley thought hard before answering. These people answered to the second prince, not the third prince, Clovis. The wrong words could easily find their way to the greatest tactical mind of the empire, Schneizel el Britannia. "Chemical weapons, In other words poison gas." he said. At least this cover would discourage too many unwanted questions.


At that moment several large VITOL troop planes took formation over the Shinjuku ghetto where the truck had disappeared inside of. Soon dozens of soldiers began repelling into the streets. "The terrorists are hiding in the subway system. Your mission is to locate the weapon they have stolen. You may carry the tittle of honorary Britannian, but you were born elevens, so the stench of these monkeys should be a familiar one. Recovery of the target will be handled by us, the royal guard. Is that under stood?"

"Yes my lord!" the soldiers replied in unison.

Nagata knew his time was quickly coming to an end. He may have turned the semi-truck in time to avoid a head on collision with that Sutherland, but the shots it fired hadn't missed hitting him. While he had been lucky that the truck was hit with only anti infantry rounds, his left arm was now useless and a continuous flow of blood was coming out of the hole in his brachial artery. Right now all he could do was keep the truck going straight in the old subway tunnel that his resistance friend's had planned on using to secretly transport the poison gas they had stolen. However Nagata's bleeding had dulled his awareness and caused him to drive into a hole in the tunnel floor, stranding him. He gunned the motor, several times, but to no avail. 'Looks like I'll need some help,' Nagata collapsing on his side. "Oghi find me." then flipped a switch under the dash board. As he lay there, his conscious mind flickering like a dying candle, Nagata racked his brain. He'd driven down this former subway tunnel dozens of times. Not once did he remember a hole in the floor.

The switch he wanted was supposed to activate a tracking device, but instead the one he pressed caused the trailers side door to open. This gave Lelouch Lamprough the opportunity he needed to get to safety. It also got the Attention of an Honorary Britannian soldier. "Four- zero-four, I've found the terrorists' trailer and gas capsule." The honorary Britannian private reported.

"Roger. Prepare for recovery."

The private would have if he hadn't spotted someone walking around inside trailer as the gas canister began to open. "Stop! You'll be sprayed with poison gas! He shouted as he rushed forward, ripping off his own gas mask and pressing it over Lelouch's face. However instead of poison, the dome like capsule split open like a flower. Revealing a small female figure with long green hair to be inside it.

"A girl?" Lelouch said, shocked at this sudden development. The girl's slender frame was bound in a white prison straight jacket, normally reserved for either the most dangerous or unstable of criminals. As they both got back up the soldier chose this moment to try and reassert his meager authority.

"Don't move terrorist!" the soldier said as he tried to match the facts he was told with the situation. "Isn't this poisonous gas? Whatever it is, stop the killing!"

Lelouch had enough of this jarheads accusations and questions. He had eyes didn't he? "Does this look like gas to you? Stop the killing? You Britannian forces are ones to talk!"

"I'm fighting to protect people."

"You're fighting the wrong group! You should be crushing Britannia!" Lelouch words had not lost any of its venom from ten years ago.

"My god." Sudden recognition struck the soldier like a slap to the face. How could he not have recognized him before now? "Lelouch it's me, Suzaku." the private took his helmet off to reveal a seventeen year old Japanese boy with brown hair and green eyes.

"Suzaku?" Lelouch stood there in shocked silence. When he and his sister were disowned they were sent to Japan. The prime minister of Japan, Genbu Kururugi, took them in as political hostages. During their stay they developed a friendship with his son Suzaku Kururugi. When the war ended, they were forced to go their separate ways.

Right now Lelouch was just shocked, his childhood friend working for the people that ruined his own home country. "Why did you become a Britannian soldier?"

"And why did you become a terrorist?" Suzaku asked back.

"No, I'm not a terrorist!" However he wouldn't have a chance to explain himself as the royal guard finally arrived.

"Stinking monkey." the commander said in disgust at the sight of them.

Down below their feet, a force of great power stirred. Noble Six was up.


In another tunnel, Kallen breathed a sigh of relief. She'd finally lost that pure blood bastard and found a safe place underground to contact her friend's. "Ohgi, are you there? Come in."

"Kallen!" a relieved friend and terrorist leader shouted. "It's good to know you're ok. Where's your radio?"

"I don't know. In all of the confusion, I must have left it in my coat." She was just happy to be talking with a familiar voice.

"It's okay," Ohgi replied, he was happy to know the little sister of his late friend and former cell leader was alright. "The Glasgow circuitry is useable. So were we right?"

"I think so" she responded taking a more serious tone, while resting from the chase. "I bet its poison gas like intelligence said."

"And Nagata?"

"Unknown." she replied. Kallen was a little concerned about him not reporting in yet, but she had faith. "I think he made it underground"


Lelouch was a thinker and he prided himself at that. However all that pride was gone as all he could think about was how bad the situation was, and continuing to grow, as Suzaku stood before the captain of prince Clovis's royal guard.

"Suzaku, in light of your outstanding service to the throne we will overlook this insubordination, but first execute the terrorist." the commander handed the boy a pistol.

"What!?"Lelouch said just before Suzaku refused to take the weapon.

"No, you're wrong. He's just a civilian!" Suzaku tried to explain. However the captain did not care about what was true.

"It doesn't matter. He 'was' a terrorist. You cannot follow my orders, private Kururugi?"

"I can't. I won't kill an innocent civilian." Suzaku said as he looked his friend in the eye. Meaning every word of what he said. He even managed to smile, as if to assure his friend everything was going to work out.

"I see. Very well then." the captain then put the pistol to Suzaku's back and fired, point blank. There was no regret or remorse on the captain's face. In fact he seemed to have rather enjoyed it.

"You shot him!" Lelouch shouted as he watched his old friend fall to the ground.

The conversation did not go entirely unnoticed. With the last of his strength, Nagata armed the trucks self-destruct. "Death to Britannia... Long live... Japan." he said as his bloody finger pressed the red button, detonating the seven pounds of cheap explosives hidden under his chair. The truck's cab practically disintegrated. The rest of the blast was focused upward into the ceiling. However it kicked up enough smoke and fire to cover Lelouch as he picked up the girl and made a run for it. The other soldiers pulled out the way they came for fear of a cave-in. The result didn't go over well at the G1 mobile base.

"They got away?" general Bartley roared. "And you call your selves the royal guard!"

"Forgive me my lord. The blast was mainly directed upwards-"

"Why the hell do you think I only told you people about this!" Bartley shouted into the mic, he was in no mood for excuses. Not from them, not now.

"We'll continue the investigation." the captain said before cutting the transmission.

Clovis was deep in thought, something he rarely did if he could help it. Things were turning south and fast. "The plan has moved forward to the next phase." he said. Which was rather disappointing.

"But your highness..." Bartley knew what was coming next but wasn't proud of it.

"If knowledge gets out about her I'll be disinherited. Tell them back home that we're carrying out a planned urban renewal out here. As Clovis third prince of the empire I command you, Destroy Shinjuku Ghetto! Leave no one alive!" At his words all available Knightmares, armored attack vehicle, and foot soldier there mobilized to carry out the prince viceroy's orders.

As to his orders, no one was spared. From Lame beggars on the street, elderly couples in their homes, children walking with their families. Everyone was fair game.


"The enemy is garbage, wipe them all out!"

"Naturally" Jeremiah said. Having lost sight of the red Glasgow a while ago he spent the time since then venting his frustration on whatever he could find. Now there was an endless supply.

A transmission then came from the G1. "Supervisor Jeremiah, General Bartley requests that you take command of-"

"Bartley has staff officers." Jeremiah interrupted. "I haven't had this much fun on the front lines in ages." Jeremiah then let loose with a volley of fire at the nearest eleven he could find.

Down in the tunnels Lelouch was running for his life with the strange girl in his arms. Then an explosion from above shook him to the ground. As he got up he looked at the girl he had been carried. "What the hell are you?!" Lelouch shouted. He was scared, his whole world was in chaos, and he needed answers. "Because of you... They even killed Suzaku..." For a brief moment he considered just leaving her there and continue running. However that thought was tossed aside so quickly he almost forgot he thought of it. Lelouch then proceeded to loosen and unbuckle the restraints that held her until she could move on her own. "Can you walk?" Even though the gag was undone she said nothing, but gave a simple nod for yes.


Back at the G1 mobile base, the leaders of the ASEECS were in for some bad news.

"Not there?" Lloyd said, surprised the person they asked for had not come when called.

"It looks like he's gone to the front line." Ms. Cécile said. She was just as disappointed as Lloyd. Although she did a better job of controlling it.

"Even though we brought the Lancelot here?" Lloyd seemed to sound like the mere mention of the ASEECS project should draw a crowd.

"Now what'll we do?" Cécile asked.

The man was at a loss. In his hand was the key to his latest creation and both were completely useless. "We steam rolled our way in here, but we don't even have a devicer to use it."


After running blindly through god knows how many tunnel Lelouch and the girl from the capsule made their way to the top of a set of stairs. The stairs lead up to an empty storage warehouse. "Stay quiet, and wait here." Lelouch said just before sticking his head above ground to scout the area. He then quickly ducked back down at the sound of machine fire, and the thud of a fresh corps.

"Report." the captain said as he entered the crumbling structure.

"We found only elevens here sir."

"You're sure of it? That exit comes out here?"

"Yes sir it matches our map of the old city."

Lelouch continued to listen until a child suddenly cried out, then was silenced by more gunfire. 'Monster.' he was ready to go back down into the tunnels, but his luck chose to betray him as his cell phone rang. The caller ID read Shirley, and she couldn't have picked a worse moment to call.

The royal guards were on them in seconds. They had no problems with roughing the kid up before finishing him off. "What an appropriate location for a terrorist to meet his end." the captain of the royal guard said as Lelouch was thrown against the wall.

"You scum." Lelouch growled out as he leaned against the metal wall for support, and somewhere in the back of his mind, wished he could pass right through it.

"Still you did well for a student, but that's to be expected, you're a Britannian." the captain tried to sound regret-full but failed. "Unfortunately my clever young friend, you picked a bad day to cut class." the captain pointed the pistol he had used to kill Suzaku at the teens head. Then proceeded to shoot him point blank.

Then suddenly the green haired girl suddenly broke free of the men holding her back and dived between Lelouch and the bullet. "He mustn't die!" she shouted just before the slug impacted with her head.

"You shot her!" Lelouch shouted as her lifeless body tumbled to the ground.

"Well now what a shame. Our orders were to bring her in alive, if possible. Oh well nothing can be done about it now" The commander of the royal guard drawled, smirking down at the teen, his gun aimed right at Lelouch's face, unaware that he was preparing to kill the 11th heir to the throne of Britannia. "We burst into the terrorist hideout, only to find that the female hostage had already been tortured to death… what do you think, Schoolboy?"

He barely heard him as said school boy's mind was running a mile a minute trying to find a way out. Only to finally realize this was it, the end for him. That was until the dead girl suddenly grabbed him by the wrist "You don't want it to end here, do you?" her voice echoing in Lelouch's mind. "What?" he said as the world around him disappeared, replaced with flashes of color and unfamiliar images.

"You appear to have a reason for living. If I grant you power, could you go on? I propose a deal. In exchange for this power, you must agree to make my one wish come true. Accept this contract and you accept its conditions: While living in the world of humans, you will live unlike any other. A different providence, a different time, a different life. The Power of the King will condemn you to a life of solitude. Are you prepared for this?"

For a moment Lelouch's mind was in a different kind of turmoil. A contract? Power? What could this mean? Then it hit him, this was his way out. "Yes I hereby accept the terms of your contract!" With those words the feeling of something powerful clicked on in his head. Like giant gears finally clicking together. Then he was back in the world of the living. Only a moment had passed, yet the young boy's mined was changed. He could feel it.

Now it was time to find out how.

"Say... How should a Britannian who detests his country live his life?" Lelouch said as he stood up, a hand over his left eye. This also felt different somehow. There was a burning sensation, not like a fire or irritation, but power.

"Are you some sort of radical?"

"What's wrong? Why don't you shoot? Your opponent is just a schoolboy. Or have you finally realized? The only ones who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed." he then lowered his hand, revealing a v shaped symbol had appeared on his eye.

"What's happening here?"

"I, Lelouch Vi Britannia command you. Now all of you... die!"

Every soldier in the room paused. Then the commander started to laugh. "Heh heh, happily your highness." the captain put the muzzle of his pistol under his chin along with the rest of the guardsmen. "Fire!"

That was the turning point; since that day, he would live a lie. The lie of living. His name, too, a lie. His personal history: a lie. Nothing but lies. Sick to death of a world that couldn't be changed. But even in his lies, He would refused to give up in despair. Or so he would believe at the time.

"Well then." Lelouch Lamperouge the eleventh prince of Britannia, disowned by his father and sent to Japan months prior to its invasion as political hostages, then left for dead when the war ended, said as the rush of his new power took hold. "What's next?"


Noble Six had woken up several hours ago, fully recovered from his sickness and hungry enough to take a bite out of a brute, literally. He had spent the time raiding what was left of the personal effects of the shuttles former crew, looking for anything edible. Six had gone a whole day without consuming anything, and all his emergency rations had already been eaten. All he was able to find were a handful of ration bars and a couple of stale snack cakes, it wasn't much but it would keep him going. Right now he was back to deciding what to do. Then he heard a loud rumbling right over head. That's when Six was reminded of Phillips presence. "Alert! Large explosion detected above fuselage!"

"From where?" Six asked.

"Unknown. But the blast has cleared the overhead crew hatch of any obstructions." the smile that graced Noble six's face created a look that screamed interested. Phillips, however, was more than a little concerned. "Now listen if you're planning on doing what I think you're going to do, and I'm not entirely against it. I would at least advise that you look into a few specific crates before venturing to the surface."

The terminal then ejected one of its panels. It was an Inventory scanner and tracker. Six picked it up and noticed there was a window on one side and when he held it over one of the boxes it showed him a brief detail of what's inside it. Each box and crate in the ship had no labels or any form of identifying marking, but there is a microchip in each case that could only be read or tracked with a special device.

"The codes for the containers are 1464-CLOC, 4213-HELM, and 2246- KATAN."

Noble six then put the codes in the device. The first box was only a couple yards away. The other two were on the level above him. After navigating through several upturned crates and other overturned boxes of various sizes Noble Six open the first crate and found a new helmet inside. It was a Mjollnir mark five scout model with a black visor, remote sensor package with hardened uplink, plus something extra.

"What's this?" Noble Six pointed to a device attached to the port normally used for the command network module.

Phillips voice could barely be heard from the terminal but Six was able to catch. "...put it on... Find out"

The second it connected up to his cybernetic uplink he felt like someone had just dumped a cup of cooled mercury into his head. "What the hell!" the feeling wasn't all that unpleasant. However that didn't make it wanted. Phillips then contacted him via the helmets com.

"That weird feeling you've got in your head is the dumb AI that's integrated with the electronics scanner attached to your helmet, it's interfacing with your cybernetic implant."

"What for?" six didn't like the idea of something running around in his head.

"The purpose of the electronic scanner is to determine what your enemy is using, what it's made of, and how it works. The AI, which is programed with enough technical know-how to open a university, is supposed to explain it to you and try to find any weaknesses. That unite was slated to be put into mass production for ONI in six months."

"Am I going to have to worry about it using my head for storage space or..." Phillips could see where Noble Six was going.

"The feeling in your head is only a side effect of the dumb AI's presence. It's actually stored in your armor's crystal weave and two core processor chips."

Six was satisfied with that answer and decided to find the other cases. When he reached the stairs a question suddenly popped into his head. "Are there any more of you research AIs lingering around the ship by any chance?"

Six then heard Phillips say no, and mutter something incoherent that ended with the words "Blasted budget cuts."

The next level looked like someone had flipped a truck packed with bricks. Every single box had been knocked loose and thrown across the room. The boxes Six was looking for was buried under one of the larger piles. About halfway through the mound Six stumbled across several crates with interesting labels and set them aside for a later date. When he opened the first box he was looking for inside was a giant coat and hood that could be worn over his armor. "What's this thing for?"

"That's the new urban ghillie suit. It works like your active camouflage power up, but it also masks your thermal signature and can be used to hide things the power up can't. It's also bullet proof."

Six gave the thing a once over, in the past ghillie suits used to be a net or cloth garment covered in loose strips of cloth or twine, of course it was originally designed to be used in forests or other areas of heavy plant growth. This suit was basically a camouflage cloak remade into a coat, in its off mode the material mostly resembles black canvas. Also according to the microchip, the standby mode had several default colors; however he decided to leave it at black. After putting it on Noble Six felt that the coat made him look a little ridiculous. He then opened up the next box. Inside was a katana complete with Guard and red cloth binding on the handle. Noble six thought about taking the katana, but the idea seemed more ridiculous then the coat. Besides swords weren't a part of his regular training so he left it there.

"Very well," Phillips said, "but if... When, you get back. You might want to take another look at that."

The armory was the next stop. It was conveniently located on the third and top level on the ship. Six had found it while searching for food earlier and had also discovered two very big surprises. An F-99 wombat equipped with a heavy ordinance payload, the cryo bomb. "Remind me, I thought cryo bombs were banned because of too many cases of extreme freezer burn among Allied forces. Also causing any and all airborne craft caught in the blast to fall out of the sky?" said Noble Six, as he walked past the angular craft.

"They were," Phillips explained, "Until a better model could be produced. This new design has a settable blast radius of a quarter mile minimum, and the stasis effect doesn't dissipate near the effective zones edge. We also cleaned up the hypothermia Issue as well. Anyone caught in its blast will have no idea what that they were frozen for five hours."

"I see." Noble Six then came to the second large item, or more accurately the one and a half parts of the second large item. According to the data pad it was a unmanned assault vehicle. Its overall design made it resemble a shrunken cobra. A six wheeled remote drone vehicle with an interchangeable turret. One equipped with two AIE-486h heavy machine guns and one M68 gauss cannon right between them. Next to it was its anti-air counterpart equipped with twin LAU-65D missile pods. Both units had stayed in place because they were secured so tightly to the bulkheads that anymore, and they would have been fused to the hull.

The armory it's self was limited in its conventional weapon selection, but it had enough ammo for them to fill every crater on the moon. There were also replacement parts for his armor and several prototype weapons as well as...

"Why are there brute weapons here?" Six asked as he picked up a spiker. He wasn't complaining, it was just unexpected.

"The plasma weapons of the covenant are still largely a mystery. However the brute's weapons seem to take a step back in the area of advanced tech. While they still run on batteries they shoot solid projectiles. Those can be studied, reverse-engineered, and replicated. The spiker is one such weapon we've just figured out."

Noble six attached the spiker to the mag plate on his hip. Then took a Spartan laser off the rack and snapped it onto the magnetic plate on his back. Finally he grabbed a shot gun but instead of just the standard 8 gauge shells he picked up several handfuls of the rare explosive rounds and enough solid slugs for one full mag.

The dorsal crew hatch was on the same level as the armoire but was next to the bridge. As Six approached the ladder he saw the warped metal of the door to the bridge. According to Phillips there were sixteen bodies behind there. Whatever was left of the corpses had more than likely been burned to a crisp. The personal effects he had rifled through earlier were in a set of lockers on the first level. Before going up the ladder, Six placed several photos that he had found in those items at the foot of the door.

'Rest in peace, for your fight is over.' he thought before ascending the ladder. Once at the top of the ladder Six saw that the hatch had been slightly warped as well. But with one good punch, he knocked it clear off its hinges and was free to explore the world above.

"Out of the pit of hell I climb, teeth sharp and drooling slime. Those above will know not where I'm from. Look out world, Because Here I Come!"

"A little dark there Noble Six" The Spartan let out a light chuckle before responding.

"Maybe, but I guess you never heard the name the covenant gave us Spartans? They call us demons!" to himself he silently added. 'And sometimes, you need to act like one too.'


Okay, at first I was a little worried at what people would say or ask. Then I was worried by a lack of inquires, but now I realize that I'm a little premature in my concerns. That was only just the prologue, of my first story, and its only been a week since I started. So again: ask any question, what do you expect to happen, what would you want happen, fans or flames I will read them all and even post the ones I like. That includes the flames. Plus this story will be a long one so there are some parts up in the air for future development.* *PS. Also please note this is my first story so if my writing is off at times I'm still trying to get a feel for it

update: with some help I've finally corrected some of the errors in my writing.