I honestly have no ownership over code geass, or halo reach in any way outside of my own head. Which is where this story came from. I also want this to be the last time I have to say it. But I guess it probably won't.


Turn 2

The Murphy Philosophy:

Smile . . . tomorrow will be worse.


The first thing Noble Six saw when he crawled out of the ground was the remains of a semi-truck's cab and the back half of its trailer. The scanner in his helmet immediately went to work digitally dissecting and reconstructing the wreck till a rough three dimensional replica was placed in the upper left of his HUD. Six noticed how the readout mentioned the presence of an 'unknown element' in its engine.

'Why do those words make me uneasy?'

He then put those thoughts out of his mind as Phillips voice chirped over the radio. "Listen up Noble Six! You're going to be out of communications range when you get above ground. So before you get up there I've got an info patch for your ATLAS, it's a detailed map containing your current location and most of the surrounding country side."

"These helmets got an Assisted Tactical Assault System. I've been filling out requisition forms for over a year, and all it takes is the whole universe turning inside out to finally get one? Figures."

"Yup. I will warn you though, the download's gonna feel... weird."

Six suddenly felt like his brain had been dunked in a bucket of ice water again; luckily the experience excluded the brain freeze.

"I had to run it through the dumb AI to get it to you, sorry." the smart AI apologized.

"It's irrelevant at this point," Six said shaking his head till the sensation cleared. "But what did you mean by losing communication?"

"I was only able to get the information earlier because I was able to just barely access what stands for an Internet in this world by bouncing a signal off of several orbiting satellites. But it's all so under developed, even by the standards of the same era in our own world's timeline. So any other form of communication other than short wave radio cannot be achieved at this point. It's all just too Damn Primitive!"

Six then noticed a body lying a couple yards away. It was wearing what seemed to be a uniform of some kind, but the body's size was slightly off.

'What the?' Noble six thought, as he realized it was a kid. The boy looked to be about seventeen at least, judging from his height.

Six also noticed a bullet hole in the lower back of the Kevlar jacket. There were only two ways that he could have been shot there. Either someone snuck up behind him or it was someone he knew that shot him.

A lack of blood meant the shot probably hadn't killed him. The sensors in his helmet pointed out that the bullet had gone through the, poor grade, Kevlar only to be stopped by a pocket watch. The kid would live but he'd still need some medical attention.

Six picked him up and placed him over his shoulder. Then just before he started for some nearby stairs he picked out several objects in the trailer.

According to his scanner, there was a large pressurized storage capsule, nothing special. Next a low grade gasmask, pitiful excuse for one at that. The last one was a helmet, that got his full attention, or more accurately the device attached to the front of it. It was a primitive HUD. Complete with thermal, night vision, auto zoom, transceiver, and motion tracking. However, his true focus lay in a small square device at its center. The black box, but the second he retreated it he realized it was incompatible with his own systems.

Six then chucked both the helmet and data chip down the hole and into the ship. He then resumed he's treck to the surface with the young soldier.

Noble Six had just reached the streets when he heard an order over an open Chanel.

"By royal decree of Viceroy Prince Clovis. Eliminate all residence of the Shinjuku district! Leave no one alive!"

The order was met with a unanimous. "Yes my lord!"

Noble Six was dumb struck. This was the first time he'd heard a human give such an order concerning his own people.

'Did I hear that right?' Six thought before he started to hear the sound of gun fire. Only for it to be matched by the screams of people dying.

'I guess I did.'

Noble Six then placed the young soldier down then played a distress call on an emergency frequency.

"Now I'm gonna do something about it."


Half way across the ghetto. Lelouch stared down at the fallen body of the girl that had blocked the bullet meant for him. She had done something to him, it was wonderful and yet, "I don't understand, what is it you wanted me to do? Why did you give me this bizarre power?"

What had happened was so fast and unreal he almost didn't believe it had happened. But it did, an entire troop of royal guards lay dead at his feet. They had all shot themselves in the neck at his command.

He was then brought out of the daze this power had left him in and back to reality as a Sutherland crashed through the wall of the warehouse. It didn't take long for the pilot to notice the bodies and Lelouch.

"What happened here boy? And why is a Britannian student in a place like this? Are you deaf answer me or I'll-" from the sound of the pilots voice it was a woman, and she was angry.

When Lelouch refused to answer she fired a burst into the wall behind him. Several rounds passing a few inches from his head.

"Answer Me!" she demanded.

The whole time Lelouch didn't even flinch. He then brought his new power to bear on this pilot. "I order you to come out, at once!"

However instead of a yes sir or as you command, his order was met with a stern. "Who the hell do you think you are to order me kid?"

'I see, it only works with direct eye contact.' Lelouch quickly realized a change of tack was in order. "My name is Allen Spacer, my fathers a duke."

"Nobility?" the pilot, Villetta nu, said to herself. This changed things; if he was really a duke's son severe consequences would follow if any harm came to him. However if he was lying the punishment for protecting him could be worse.

The hatch on the Sutherland's back opened as the pilot climbed out.

"My ID card is in my breast pocket. I'll request your protection after you confirm who I am." Lelouch lied as she came closer.

"Keep your hands in the air, I'll take out your ID." she said while keeping her gun pointed strait at him the whole time.

Then he had her. "Now then hand your knightmare over to me."

Villetta then snapped to attention, her eyes gaining a slight red glow, an effect Lelouch had all but missed with the royal guards.

"Understood." She said as she flipped her gun around to hand it over to him before tossing him the knightmare's activation key. "The code number is XG212D4"

"Got it." Lelouch replied as he caught the thumb drive like device used to store a knightmare's startup system.

"What the?"

Villetta suddenly felt like something was off. Then it hit her: the boy, her gun, and knightmare frame were gone.


Suzaku expected many things to happen when he died. Yet this wasn't what he was expecting. A soft flat surface to lay on, no breeze but there was a feeling of warmth in the air.

Then he heard seven words that brought him right back to reality.

"So are we having a bad day?"

"Huh?" the last thing Suzaku remembered was being shot in the back by his CO. Now there was a strange man in a military lab coat hovering over his head, beaming with a, strange, smile.

"Looks like you missed your chance to go to heaven." he said.

"I did?" Suzaku responded, still in a light daze. When he sat up the pain from getting shot reminded him that it really happened. Yet he still forced his way up and took stock of his new surroundings. "Where?"

"Hm? Ah! We're still in the Shinjuku ghetto." the strange man answered. By now Suzaku had noticed the cloth band on the man's arm and realized he was a part of the Advanced Special Envoy Engineering Corps, the ASEEC. A major, judging by the ranking pins on the lab coat's collar.

"With prince Clovis nearby this is the safest place anywhere." Suzaku then noticed the third occupant of the room. A woman with short blue hair in an officer's uniform. "This is what saved your life mister Suzaku."

The young woman held out a light brown pocket watch. The glass, protecting its hands, was cracked and broken from the bullet's impact."You're lucky it was under your protective suit because it's what deflected the bullet."

"Yea very." it was the last thing Suzaku had that connected him to his father. The major continued to speak despite the kid's focus being elsewhere.

"You elevens believe gods live inside of everything. Even objects don't you?"

Suzaku wasn't really listening to the major in the lab coat. He was busy trying to remember why he was shot until his memories clicked together.

"Is Le- I mean..." he stopped himself. He needed to ask the right questions here. "What's the latest on the situation?"

"It would appear the poison gas was released. Massive eleven casualties have been reported."

"They haven't caught the perpetrators yet." the female officer finished.

"They haven't?"

Then the major asked the young man a radical question. "Private Kururugi, how much experience do you have piloting a knightmare?"

That question more than shocked the boy. Honorary Britannians were practically forbidden from even getting the paperwork to even apply to be a pilot. Many honorary Britannians were allowed to try the simulator for the Sutherland at least once but only to show off a machine they'd never get to pilot. "But there's no way an eleven would be made a knight."

"Well supposing you could?"

Becoming a pilot granted the person the status of a knight, which was a great deal in Britannia. Status was power, power to change thing, things that could become better. "I'll do it." He said.

The lab coat man's creepy smile was back in full blast.

"Congratulations! The only knightmare of its kind awaits you!" he shouted exuberantly. "Once you take the controls of this big beauty everything will change, you and your world."

"Whether you want it to or not." the woman added, adding to the air that there was definitely more to this machine than the others.


Across the ghetto Lelouch raced down the empty streets in his stolen knightmare. He needed information, and Scanning through the battle net with the access code of the pure blood's Sutherland was limited at best. The elevens were being massacred and he needed a different perspective. Perhaps Shirley might have an answer; something like this should be making the headlines.

When Shirley picked up the phone, the tone in her voice carried strong a note of disappointment; he made a mental note to apologize later for hanging up on her. "Lulu? What in the world have you been doing? Where are you now? If you keep cutting class you'll get held back."

While Lelouch knew she was right he had more important questions. "Are you near a TV?"

"A TV?" she asked.

"Sorry but this is important."

"Humph... Hang on."

Lelouch heard her politely speak to someone else who probably had a portable entertainment system set up.

"Hey can I change the Chanel?"

"To what?" another girl asked.

"The news," Lelouch said, "is there anything about Shinjuku."

"The news? Let's see, Shinjuku... There's nothing going on... Traffic restrictions, maybe?"

"Why is it restricted?" he asked. Something was off and he needed more info.

"I don't know. They're not saying." she replied, starting to sound a little worried.

Lelouch then stopped and ducked his machine into an ally as a Sutherland pasted down an adjacent road.

Inside his head the gears were turning. What Shirley had said didn't really answer why this attack on Shinjuku was happening, but it helped to realize what was going on.

'I get it once they finish everything off they'll release news that favors the military.' what and why the terrorists stole the truck for, Lelouch would never figure out. But it caught Clovis off guard in a big way. Now he's trying to hide it, and not just from the populous from area eleven. This much destruction would be noticed by the home land.

Lelouch then noticed a discarded chess set on the ground, its pieces scattered like broken glass. The chess set was lying right next to a dead honorary Britannian soldier. 'Something I could use?' he thought.

"Oh your gambling again aren't you? I've warned you before more than once how dangerous that is."

For once Shirley had jumped to a conclusion he could live with. "Yep. You caught me. By the way tell my little sister I'll be home late tonight, would you? Thanks."

Lelouch then hung up, knowing it would more than tick her off. It wasn't really something he was fond of doing, but he had bigger issues at hand.

"They need to keep a lid on this information so they can't risk calling for reinforcements. They'll have to make do with the pieces they have on the board. But I'm hemmed in here; it'll be tough to break through by myself. Gaining refuge carries its own risk to." Lelouch then unlocked the cockpit hatch. As the hatch opened a large crash sounded in the distance. "I want payback for being dragged into your fight."


As Kallen took down another VTOL. She heard a familiar and rather unwanted voice as a pair of Sutherlands pulled up behind her.

"It's our Glasgow friend."

Margrave Jeremiah had found her. She immediately took off as fast as she could. An alarm from her soon to be empty battery gauge only added to her problems. Kallen was in trouble, low power, outnumbered, and out gunned. She may be the best pilot in her brother's terrorist cell, but this was too much.

As the fear of death began to sink in, a new voice appeared on her com. "The west entrance. Use the tracks to get to the west entrance."

"Who's this? How do you know this code?" she shouted back angrily.

"If you want to win you're just going to have to trust me."

"To Win?" Kallen barely let those words escape her lips. She was at the end of her rope and this stranger seemed to be throwing her a life line. With the Sutherland closing in, she had no choice but to go with it.

After ziging and zaging through the streets she jumped onto the train over pass. The pure bloods hot on her heal. "Okay, what am I supposed to do now?"

On cue, the stranger gave his next instructions. "Since you trusted me you're gonna win. Jump onto the train."

"Gotcha!"

The chasing Sutherland hit the engine head on but only with enough force to stop it without damaging itself.

"You think you can get through that way hm? If that's your plan then," he then turned to his wing man. "You, go after the Glasgow!"

The Knightmare behind him acknowledged his order and started to jump over, but was suddenly struck down mid leap by a pair of slash harkens.

"What the?" Jeremiah looked to the source of the attack and found it came from another Sutherland, a purebloods judging by the red shoulder pauldron. "Shot by friendly fire?"

"What's your name and unit?" The Margrave asked. "We're after the one armed Glask- " The new Sutherland then raised and fired it's weapon at him. "Oh my god, a terrorist?" he immediately went into reverse until his units leg got blown out from under him. "You son of a-"

Jeremiah raised his weapon to fire back but ejected as Kallen rushed him.

As the cockpit block sailed away Kallen found herself relaxing for the first time in days.

"You saved me, but how did you get hold of a Sutherland?" she turned her machine to look at him but the mystery Sutherland was gone.

"Kallen?"

She looked down to see her fellow friends and members of the resistance: Ohgi, Tamaki, Inoue and Minami.

"What the hell was that radio message earlier?" Ohgi asked.

"What! He contacted you too?" the young redhead exclaimed, looking down at her friends in confusion.

"Sure did, and Yoshida's group should be here any minute."

The radio in Ohgi's hand cracked to life again with the stranger's voice. "Are you in charge?"

"Uh yea."

"I present to you the cargo in that train over there. They're tools for your victory. If you want to win then, follow my orders".

As they opened the boxcars, the look of shock on Kallen's face, and everyone else there, was priceless. All of the containers were filled with fully armed and fueled Sutherland knightmare frames. The entire train was filled with Sutherlands and knightmare weapons ready for combat. They were most likely fresh units for the Britannian forces.

Kallen continued to stair in shock. 'All this, but how?' she thought as the mystery man called on her.

"Woman in the Glasgow."

"Yes?" she responded with a new fire in her spirit.

"Your unit's going to run decoy got it?"

"Understood!"

"Energy filler status?" he asked.

"About 15 minute's worth."

"Then recharge it. In ten minutes I'll contact you with your next instructions." Lelouch then cut the connection and let out a heavy sigh. "This is wearing me out. Regardless, I'll need determination to succeed, after all I'm betting my life in this game." Lelouch then returned to watching the strategy panel. After slipping away from the red knightmare he'd found a better vantage point in an empty high-rise that was still damaged from Britannia's first invasion.


Down in the streets Noble Six was having mega deja-vu. None of it was pleasant. The streets were lined with corpses of the local population. The only thing that let him know it wasn't the covenant was the absent smell of burnt flesh. Nothing could have blocked the smoky stench of this many bodies.

'This is genocide... It... It's not right.'

Six then hit the active camo at the sound of gun fire. It only lasted a second. A minute later there was another brief staccato of gun fire that repeated again a minute later.

'No, it couldn't be.'

Six took off in the direction of the gun fire. After rounding a corner he found its source. A group of soldiers facing a wall with people lined up against it, a Mass street side executions.

"This is the last of them sir."

Lieutenant Tibult may have been enjoying himself in the beginning but the rounding up of Shinjuku's inhabitants was finally starting to wear on his patience. "Very good, after we finish with this bunch, dived into teams of four for hunter kill squads."

The rest of the soldiers herded the last ten elevens against a wall of rubble that was once an apartment complex. Tibult stood behind his troops.

"Now ready, take aim,"

The soldiers leveled their weapons at the final group of elevens.

"Fi..." the lieutenant suddenly felt like someone had jabbed a white hot poker into the side of his head and took it out the other side. Then his world faded to black.

"Sir?" one of the soldiers turned back to see why her superior had gone silent. When she saw the commander face down in a pool of blood, she broke rank.

"Man dow-" the soldier hadn't taken three steep before her head did a one eighty with a wet snap by some invisible force.

"What was that!?"

A voice materialized from the air. "Me." The lone survivor would say it was the voice of death it's self.

A Shotgun blast disintegrated the upper half of the next soldier. Six let off two more shots, tearing another man in half and turning the one behind him into Swiss cheese.

Those two shots dropped Noble Six's cloak long enough for the rest of the soldiers to see him and start shooting back.

Six just stood there as the bullets bounced off his shields. He'd been caught off guard, but something was off. When each soldier finished unloading their entire mag into the metal giant, he checked his shield status. After all that His shields had only drop by one percent.

"Pathetic." he said as he switched back to the spiker and turned the next victim into a pin cushion as they all started to reload.

One soldier finally broke down and ran. The Spartan simply picked up a rock and threw it with pinpoint accuracy. The rock smashed right between the helmet and uniforms collar.

Three of the remaining soldiers suddenly remembered the elevens they were about to execute and turned their rifles back on them.

In that second something within Noble Six snapped. He would never fully know why, but the last thing he would remember seeing as those three soldiers took aim was a mother trying to shield her child.

Before any of them could pull their triggers, two were filled with every metal spike that gun held. Six then reversed is grip on the spike rifle's handle and threw it at the third one. The weapon struck the Britannian strait in the back, with the twin bayonets hooking into his ribs. The Spartan retrieved the brute weapon by grabing the handle and with one swift yank, ripped it out.

With that one down there were only three left. Six holstered the spiker after shaking off some of the gore and pulled out his combat knife. All before the cloak finally dropped.

One Britannian had finally locked in a fresh clip but noble six closed the distance before the soldier could even line up his sights. The knife bit into the Kevlar flak jacket like a razor blade through paper.

In one stroke the soldier was sliced open from navel to jugular. Any life still in him was quick to leave.

Six then drove his blade into the crown of the next soldier's head. The helmet provided as much protection as a pumpkin shell as the high carbon steel blade punctured the poor soldier's brain.

Six decided to go for blood on the next one as he formed his free hand into a scoop and drove it through the chest of the last standing soldier. Cloth, metal, flesh, and bone parted like the red sea as his hand reached into the soldier's torso and unyielding fingers wrapped around his heart.

For a moment the Spartan stood still feeling the heart pulse in his hands. The soldier was never going to survive this but he was still holding to consciousness, face full of horror and fully aware what was coming next.

With a swift yank the 300 grams of beating flesh came free.

The soldier simply stood there for a few seconds before collapsing in a pile. As the Spartan stared at the heart he'd taken the red haze clouding his mind finally lifted. Although he was far from calm.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Then something behind him did.

Crunch.

Six whipped his gun out, ready to kill. Only to find it pointed smack dab in the middle of one of the people he just saved. It was a man of about twenty seven. A cry that was quickly muted from a woman of similar age behind him. It was the same one that had protected her child. Perhaps his wife?

In the blink of an eye he immediately reholstered the weapon. "Do you have a place to hide?"

The man remained silent. The sight of a seven foot armored killing machine would do that to most people. Six then shouted.

"Speak!"

"Ye-yes." the Japanese man answered.

That was good news for the Spartan. "Then go. A lot more killing is going to happen before its safe."

Noble six then went and picked up the soldier he had hit with the rock. Back in boot he'd learned at least twenty different ways to stun a person without killing them. That was number seven.

It was another woman. Six then laid her next to the guy he had ripped the heart from, giving her a real good look at the damage when she woke up.

Noble six then took the unconscious soldier's arm in one hand and snapped the radius and ulna bones just under her wrist with a flick of his thumb. That brought her back with a scream of pain, then a scream of terror at the sight of her comrad's torn up chest. When she looked at Noble Six, she went silent, standing over her was a giant black and red metal... "Demon..." she whispered.

"Why are you doing this? These are civilians you're killing! What have these people done to warrant this... Genocide?"

Despite the pain the soldier started to laugh like he'd just told a funny joke. "People? They're elevens, just worthless numbers. Our viceroy, prince Clovis, ordered it so why should it matter?"

Six had heard enough. He then got up and brought the full weight of his foot down on her knee. The soldier let out one final scream as the pain sent her into shock.

Numbers? Worthless! These were human beings she was slandering. Noble six then ripped off her helmet. He wanted to look her in the eye when he ended it.

But his own heart almost stopped when he saw her face. Her skin was a little darker, devoid of scars, and her hair was a few inches longer. Yet he would know that face anywhere, B091-Lucy.

She was a Spartan three just like him. Spartans trained and fought together so much that they're more than team members they are family. Six remembered Phillips talk about other dimensions, how the world would be the same yet have fundamentally subtle and not so subtle differences. He hadn't given it very much thought at first, but now the implications hit him full force. Who else would he find in this twisted mirror world? Friends, family, maybe even himself? Would he have the will to kill them if he had to?

Noble Six picked the soldier up by her flak jacket. Giving her a good reminder of the broken bones. Then dropped her among the bodies of the Japanese people that the Britannians had been executing. "These are human beings not numbers. They live, think, bleed, and die just like you. If you can't see that, then you don't have the right to be called one!"

Six then turned right around and walked away, reactivating his active camo and faded from the worlds view.


Back at the G1 things were progressing quite smoothly for the Britannian side as general Bartley gave the viceroy his update.

"The populace are mounting a minor resistance against us. They pose little threat to our vastly superior army." Clovis however was already growing board with the battle's pace.

"We know that, moving on."

"Understood your highness. The gas capsules will be..."

"What we want the public to think." the prince finished. They wouldn't really believe the truth anyway. The general also knew what the prince really wanted.

"Yes. We'll keep searching for her."

"Either way, I want her captured, dead or alive."

It really didn't matter to the prince. The girl was special. She had powers that defied the laws of nature, and maybe because the girl wasn't entirely...

Human.


As the terrorists began setting up in their recently acquired Sutherlands, the group's resident loud mouth, Tamaki Shinichiro expressed his concerns again, for the tenth time.

"Hey, are you certain about this whole thing? They have all had their IFF's removed what if this is a trap?"

They had moved the machines off the train tracks and to their staging grounds for better protection. Each knightmare was fully charged and armed with the standard assault package. Fully loaded with plenty of spare ammunition and Sakuradite fillers.

"The other side has total advantage in this war. They don't need to set any traps." Ohgi's logic was sound and would keep Tamaki quiet for a little while.

While Ohgi may have been inexperienced when it came to strategy and tactics, he was no fool. If this had been a trap the best point to trip it would have been back at the train, when they were all together. Now they were spread out, dug in, and no longer out gunned. "Alright people let's move, get to your assigned points."

However he did still share in Tamaki's concern. Just who was this mysterious strategist and why was he doing this for them?

Then speak of the devil. "P1 can you move? It's basically the same as what you're used to."

"Can't you tell us who you are?."

Ohgi wanted something, anything, that could be shown as a sign of trust.

"I can't do that," was the reply, "what if these signals are being intercepted? Any way, if Q1 is on schedule, Sutherlands, probably two of them, will reach you in twenty seconds. Shoot them through the wall"

"Ahgg, he's out of his mind!" Tamaki shouted from the background.

The moment of truth. If it was a trap then this would be the last chance to turn back, but at this point? What other choice did Ohgi have? "Everyone double check your weapons."

"What? Are you serious?" Tamaki was the type to be the last, or next to it, to change his mind but once he did, he'd give it his all.


Noble Six fought not to throw up again, since the haze from the rage trip had ended. He'd gone too far with that soldier and it was making him sick. He couldn't treat this battle the same way as his fights with the covenant or the insurgence. There were rules when it came to fighting humans. Six needed to adhere to them, or he'd be no better than the covenant.

A red machine then suddenly rolled right past him. It snapped Six out pressing weight of his moral nightmare.

What had zipped by was a knightmare, hearing Phillips talk about it and seeing one in person were totally different experiences.

It was massive, bigger than a scorpion and almost twice as fast as a warthog. The old Cyclopes he'd seen in ship loading docks were windup toys in comparison.

The AI had automatically scanned the mech and was quickly creating a diagram for the Spartan to observe.

The thoughts that had plagued his mind before were quickly put aside with one word.

"Impressive."


"Enemy spotted at point f-31"

"A Feint eh?" the prince scoffed, sounding appropriately bored with the situation "How very pedestrian of them…"

The prince's knowledge of the battlefield only went as far as the tactical display on the screen in front of him. For the most part he'd delegate things like tactics and strategy to Bartley or one of his other subordinates.

Bartley then did his duty and went about moving their forces to crush the feint. "Tell Lazlo squad to go straight in. Have Eugen and Valerie strike from the rear."

The third prince smiled. Soon the worst would be over. That old Glasgow was the only tactical advantage the terrorist had. Once it was out of the way he could go back to his party as Bartley mopped up.


As a pair of Sutherlands rolled by, Noble Six dashed across the street behind them. If they had seen the Spartan, his active camouflage would have given him the resemblance of a Spector.

'It's getting a little crowded down here.' he thought.

Fighting with these mobile armored monsters running around was quickly becoming difficult. His only heavy weapon was the Spartan laser. When he heard of these machines Six expected to see something slow, both in overland speed and response. Easy targets, But it was quickly proven not to be the case. His scanners revealed that the motorized wheels attached to the machine's feet were actually its primary means of mobility. Said wheels also made it just slightly faster than a warthog, another thing he couldn't straight outrun.

So Noble Six decided it was time to find a new vantage point to better observe the situation.

Easier said than done.

Getting to the top of a tall enough building was a little bit more difficult than originally expected. Mostly because finding a proper staircase that supported the weight of his one ton armor was practically impossible. However an empty elevator shaft of a blown out, fifteen story, office building proved to be the ticket.

Once he reached the roof the view was actually not that much better. Even from his perch there were still plenty of buildings that blocked Noble Six's line of sight of the streets and edges of the encirclement. On the plus side, he could still see more of the fighting inside. Once he found a good spot to set up he brought up the IFFs of these knightmare's and marked them on his HUD using nav markers.

'Not exactly my best plan, but I need to do something. I didn't equip myself to fight mobile armor like those-'

Then two of the IFF signals winked out.

'What the?'

Then several more began to disappear. Something was happening and Noble Six needed a better picture. He needed a painter.

"AI."

"Tech analyst AI, designation Forge. Awaiting command." Six's new cranial tenant responded in a rather dead pan voice.

"Can you access the battle net, of both sides?"

"Analyzing… multiple encrypted communication frequency's detected. Security strength: negligible."

Not really the answer Six was looking for. "Can you give me a live feed?"

"Affirmative, but this is not a primary function of this-"

"Do it, but set it up to only receive audio."

"Complying."

The sound of static briefly played across his ears before turning into understandable words.

From the side of the Britannians, all noble six caught was a confused mess of orders for various units to move in and attack. The Spartan counted at least five different people barking orders.

But on the other side of the battle was a clear contrast: one voice, simple orders.

"R2 fire anchor."

"B7 use UN ordinance."

"N group you'll continue your advance."

They were still coded orders and they seem to strike a chord with the Spartan. 'That code, it sounds familiar. Are the groups color coded? N group? No it's something else. I've counted five separate letter groups p, n, r, b, and q. P group seems the largest while Q seem to only have... One.' then it hit him like a sack of bricks. They were code for the names of chess pieces. An archaic game of strategy that had lasted for millennia.

Once he figured that out, Six began using the Doppler effect to figure out which unit was where. Soon he had both sides mapped out and was able to generate his own play by play.


"We just lost Lazlo squad!"

Clovis didn't like how these events were turning away from his favor. "So do it! Then we'll have to bring up Quincy squad."

"My lord, that will break the encirclement." and if that happened the terrorists they'd pinned down here would very well escape.

"Reinforce the breach in the encirclement with some of the forces guarding me; all we know for certain is that enemy forces are HERE." Clovis indicated by pointing to the center of the map.

And if they weren't, the ensuing wave of knightmare's would guarantee it.


As the fighting continued Britannian pilots that safely ejected, made their way to the encirclement line and safety.

Villetta was no different as she crept past every ally and dark corner. She had lost her knightmare and weapon, a slip up here would cost her life.

However caution became the last thing on her mind as she rounded a corner and found the remains of a blood bath.

There were plenty of corpses that belonged to elevens, but it was the remains of a Britannian platoon that made her stop.

By her count, only three bodies were intact. Most were blown into a bloody pulp or pinned to the ground and walls with metal spikes.

Yet it was the last four that caused the churning bile in her stomach to surge.

One had been disemboweled, a clean cut running from the jaw to the stomach.

The next had a line of blood along the helmet, the red liquid still pouring from the cut.

The last two had gaping holes in their midsections.

Villetta was revolted by this display of bloody gore until a moan from the top of a pile of dead snapped her back.

Quick to find an answer to what happened here she found one soldier still alive. Several of her bones had been broken and her leg was hanging on by a thread, but she was breathing.

After several loud shouts and a hard pull to her feet, follow by a scream of pain. The two of them hobbled off towards the encirclement line.


Noble Six then watched as the remaining IFF markers start moving in mass towards the center of the battle field. 'What is the commander thinking? And how will the king respond?'

The king, as six personally labeled the terrorist's shadow operator, suddenly asked his best piece a question of his own. "You, Q1. Do you have an area map?"

"Yes I have a map of the old town," Six heard the pilot reply. "But it doesn't have any current land marks."

"It'll do. Head underground I'll give you more details once you reach the objective."

'What is he doing?' Six thought as more of the purple machines poured into the center. He'd already watched the units piloted by the terrorists start to enter the underground subways, most likely an escape route.

'I guess that's all.' Six thought as he closed his connection to the battle net and got up to climb back down.

However Six had only taken two steps before the twitch of a slight tremor ran under his feet.

"Huh?"

Then it built till it felt the whole earth was shaking apart.

"What is going on here?!"

Noble Six then turned back and watched as the streets beneath the knightmare's crumble and collapse like a floor of thin ice, the machines were sucked into the earth and crushed.

"I'll admit. I didn't see that one coming." Six said as the devastation of the collapsing streets continued to spread and devour more Sutherlands.

Dozens upon dozens of IFF signals winked out as more underground tunnels collapsed until every machine controlled by the Britannians inside the encirclement were crushed.


Up in his hiding spot Lelouch was privately patting himself on the back.

"With this, I call check…"

Just like his big brother Clovis to make such a simple and crippling mistake.

At that same moment Clovis was mortified. All of his offensive knightmare's were just destroyed in seconds. "Who in the hell am I up against?" he said.

None of the elevens could ever come up with something like this. Except maybe Tohdoh the miracle worker, but he was a member of the Japan Liberation Front. Once more, the JLF had no presence in Shinjuku, but if not him then who? Then a more terrifying thought found him.

'What... What if... He's even better then Tohdoh?' the prince was becoming frantic, he was losing fast and he needed an edge. Something... Anything! To turn the tide back in his favor.

"Lloyd!" he shouted.

"Yes your highness?" the Advanced Special Envoy Engineering Corps commander immediately replied, having not bothered to end communications when the prince had turned him down.

"Can it win? Will your toy beat them?"

Some of the man's energy dispelled at the designation the prince gave his marvel. "My lord, please be so kind as to call it Lancelot."


As Noble Six continued to watch the terrorists mop up the remaining Britannian soldiers something strange suddenly filtered over the battle net.

"This is B group, reporting enemy presence!"

The king was quick to answer.

"Status."

"Everyone ejected, but they took out four units in nothing flat!"

"Enemy numbers?" the king asked, probably trying to figure out his counter move.

"Just one, I think. It's a new model, never seen anything like AAAHHHHH-!"

The line suddenly went dead. Noble six then focused the scope of his scout helmet at the group that called it in. All their machines were destroyed. Yet there was no sign of the machine that did it.

'Where are you?' he thought as the sounds of other terrorists crying out over the com reached Six's ears as this new contact continued to take them out.

Then he saw it, a white machine with gold trim. Compared to these bulky Sutherlands it was, almost, an entirely different machine. The body was more stream lined, allowing more flexibility. Its movement's fluid, not static. Almost like it was a giant person wrapped in white armor, almost...

'Like a giant Spartan.' six thought, his stomach dropping a little. 'Oh great.'

Then a green field enveloped its arms and a hail of bullets that would have destroyed the white machine were harmlessly deflected.

'Shields? This just gets bet- wait.'

But Unlike the full body shields of the Spartan armor these only seemed to cover the forearm. Like those found on the Kig-Yar skirmishers. A flaw in the design, to Six, but then he didn't know if that was from the limits of the designer's imagination, or

The king then began his counter move.

"N4 N5 hold there when the rear units arrive surround that thing."

The white knightmare responded by slicing off the head of one machine and the arm off another.

"We can't stop it!" one of the pilots said as he fell.

"N units what is it?" the king asked.

They couldn't answer him. By now all of their machines had been destroyed and the pilots ejected.

One after another this new arrival tore through the terrorists like a berserker brute chieftain through a flock of moa.

Soon a sound of dread filled the king's voice.

"P1 report!"

Again no answer for him. Things were taking a bad turn and fast.

Six unslung the Spartan laser and took careful aim as he tracked the thing. That white one was fast, very fast. If he was going to hit it...

The weapon kicked his shoulder as the pent-up energy found its release, and soon its target.


The white knightmare had found Lelouch far too fast, and was easily overpowering him. Even knocking his Sutherland down through several floors.

Lelouch watched as the white machine dropped down on him for the kill. Then suddenly, a bright red beam carved its way through the walls and sliced into the white devil's right arm and leg, carving them right off. He wouldn't stay to question the how, not this time. As soon as the white machine hit the floor Lelouch was gone.

At the ASEEC's trailer Lloyd was practically livid. His prided creation had almost been cut in half.

"What in the nine realms of Hades and Hel just Happened!"

Several of the staff were considering answering but Cecil took charge. What had happened was a topic for latter, right now they needed to focus on their current problem.

"Get a retrieval team ready immediately!"

Cecil Croomy's orders snapped Lloyd out of his shock. "The Lancelot is down in enemy territory we must get it back at all costs!"

As much as a destroyed arm and leg horrified Lloyd. Those parts could be replaced, and a new set were already being prepared. This pilot he'd found was a different matter. This boy had pushed the Lancelot farther than any previous test pilot ever had.

He'd finally found it, the perfect and most crucial part of his machine. Losing it was not an option, his data demanded it.


From his vantage point on the abandoned building Six could see very little of the kings position, but his targeting system had confirmed a hit.

'Well, the dye is cast.' Noble Six thought as he got up to walk back to the elevator shaft.

A small glint of color then caught his eye. He almost missed it, but he saw the red unit. The king had called that machine's pilot Q1. The battered robot then turned a corner and headed deeper into the ghetto.

"And where's that one going?" he said to himself before deciding to run after it.

When that white machine made a bee line for that Sutherland hiding in the tower Kallen realized it must belong to the mysterious voice on the radio.

She'd fallowed the white mech in order to try and stop it. However the beam of red light that had rendered the once unstoppable force useless actually sent her running because it had almost hit her next.

After ditching the damaged Glasgow in a prearranged hiding spot. Kallen proceeded to the hidden shelter on foot.

Six watched the pilot exit the red machine through his helmet's built-in binoculars.

He wasn't really shocked to see another kid, a teenage girl with bright red hair at his best guess. Hunting terrorist groups most of his career had pitted the Spartan three against armies that could pass for a class of six graders.

'Why is it the troubles of the last generation are felt the hardest by the next?' he thought as he followed her from the roof tops. She'd twist and turn down rubble strewn roads and narrow alley ways making sure any other tail she acquired would be quickly lost.

This would continue until another person called her.

"Kallen! This way."

The distance was great but he could just barely make out.

"So that's her name, Kallen."

Six then watched the two of them enter a large warehouse like building. 'Okay. Found their hiding spot, I guess-'

Six then stopped as a tank began rolling up the road, flanked by eight infantry men. All heading straight for the warehouse.

"Aw come on!" he groaned out before jumping off the roof to the streets below. 'Can't these people catch a break?'


Despite the feeling of having been followed earlier Kallen was finally starting to relax. Inside the sanctuary her brother had set up for their resistance group before he died. "Ohgi, who was that voice we heard, and do you suppose he had anything to do with that red beam?"

"Damned if I know. He doesn't answer when I call so maybe he bought it-"

Any more words were silenced as the shelter's doors were suddenly blown in by a tank.

"So this is where you elevens scurried off to." the tank commander said, the smile on his face left no illusion to what would happen next. "Prepare to fire!"

The turret and soldier's leveled their guns at the terrified people.

"And f-"

Thunk!

The commander never finished the sentence as, a spiked baton, slammed into the back of his head. The force of the blow was so great that it slammed the man's face right into the tanks armor with a resounding, Clang!

"Sir!?" one of the soldiers said as their commander's body slipped into the turret. However the second the commander's body settled inside the metal monster, the spike grenade on the back of his head detonated. The tanks turret was instantly turned into Swiss cheese and three of the eight soldiers were perforated with white hot shrapnel. The explosion conveniently distracted everyone from the two smoke grenades that dispensed their contents at their feet.

"What the hel-" one soldier started to say before a giant hand wrapped around his neck and crushed it like an egg shell.

"Argh!" two more croaked out as their helmets were crushed with their heads still inside.

One soldier however, was quick enough to think through the confusion. "Switch to thermal vision!" he shouted. The only thing he saw when he did though was the muzzle of an m6, a flash of bright red and white, then nothing but darkness and a fading pain.

Outside of the smoke cloud nobody saw what was going on, they could only hear the sounds of bones crunching, flesh tearing, and a gun discharging. Then when the noise died down and the smoke started to clear, Ohgi and Kallen saw something. It was a pair of silhouettes; one was clearly a Britannian soldier. The other made their blood run cold, a seven foot humanoid figure, holding the soldier over a foot off the ground by his neck. As the smoke continues to dissipate, the Britannian soldier's limp body was cast aside. Then the unknown giant faded back until it disappeared along with the fog.

When the smoke finally cleared, all that remained was a tank posing as a hedgehog and a small pile of dead soldiers.

As Noble Six retreated back into the shadows a new command came over a channel so open even people hiding in the gutters heard it.

"Cease fire at once! I, Clovis, Third Prince of Britannia and royal viceroy of Area 11, hereby command you. All forces are ordered to cease fire at once! You will also cease destruction of any buildings or property. All casualties, whether Britannian or Eleven, shall be treated equally and without prejudice! In the name of Clovis la Britannia, you are hereby ordered: cease fire at once! I shall allow no further fighting!"

The command confused every soldier present. Yet they all obeyed, begrudgingly they obeyed, the prince's orders.


However the prince's command was not given willingly.

"Are you satisfied?" Clovis asked as the power to the con was cut and the G1's bridge went dark.

"Very, well done."

Clovis wasn't entirely sure how but his entire staff just up an left at the command of a lowly private. Who had forced the prince to stop the assault at gun point.

"And what shall we do now? Sing a few lively ballads, or perhaps a nice game of chess?"

"That has a familiar ring." the soldier said as he removed his helmet and cast it aside.

"Huh?" despite the removal of the helmet the soldiers face was still veiled by the shadows. No features to jog his memory, but the soldier continued to feed him clues.

"Don't you recall? The two of us used to play chess as boys. Of course I'd always win." Clovis was still unable to recall.

"What?"

"Remember, at the Aries villa."

"You!" Clovis clearly remembered who fit that description but that person was dead. Dead for seven years. So... "Who are you?"

"It's been a long time big brother." the lowly soldier walked into the lite and Clovis was shocked beyond all reason as the imposable revealed himself. "The eldest son of the late consort Marian and seventeenth in line to the imperial throne Lelouch Vi Britannia, at your service."

"Lelouch? But I thought-"

"That I was dead? You were wrong." Clovis stared in shock as Lelouch continued. "I have returned your highness. And I've come back to change everything."

Clovis smiled. "I'm overjoyed, Lelouch!" Despite Clovis' smile his tone painted his emotions between nervous and terrified. "They say you died once Japan was brought into the fold. What a blessing to have you back, we should depart for the homeland immediately."

Lelouch smiled in return, yet his was of a more sinister nature.

"So you can use me as a tool of diplomacy? It seems you've forgotten why we were used as tools in the first place."

The smile then left Clovis. He knew Lelouch had a drive, a question that he would use to rip through anyone to answer.

"That's right, it's because my mother was killed." Lelouch paused for a brief moment. He could never mention that day. Not without every detail flashing before his eyes in vivid detail. His mother's body filled with holes lying on top of his little sister Nunnally who'd taken several shots to her legs. "Mother held the title knight of honor, but was a commoner by birth. No doubt the other consorts held her in contempt. Even though you made it look like the work of terrorists. I know full... You people killed my mother."

"It wasn't me! I swear to you it wasn't!" the fear of the gun in Lelouch's hand and his tightening grip were more than enough to get the truth out of him, but the eleventh prince wanted more.

"Then tell me everything you know. The truth cannot be hidden from me any longer! By whose hand was she slain?"

A sense of calm seemed to flow over Clovis as the command for him to answer took hold. "My brother second prince Shneizel and second princess Cornelia they can tell you."

This news shocked the boy. Both were actually great supporters of his late mother. "They were at the heart of all this?"

Clovis remained silent.

"That's all that you know isn't it." In truth Lelouch had suspected those two had the least to do with his mother's death. If they were involved, then he would get the answers he wanted out of them. One way or another.

Then like that, Clovis was back in control like it never happened. "I swear it wasn't me! I had nothing to do with it!"

"I believe you," Lelouch said as he lowered the gun. Then a sinister smile appeared on the fallen prince's face. "however." the gun was raised again, pointed squarely between the third prince's eyes.

"Please you can't! You and I have Different mothers but you and I are still blood!"

Lelouch ignored his half-brother's pleas; to him this was the first step. "You can't change the world without getting your hands dirty."

Deep in the Shinjuku ghetto, a cold wave passed through Noble Six.

"Something wrong Noble Six? Your heart rate just spiked."

"It's probably nothing. But somehow I get the feeling that something was started. Something... big."


All right All right, this is the second chapter to go up. I can only hope that I'm on the right path

Like I said I would respond to my reviews, both good or bad. This time I will be starting with the flames.

gh0st3, RoyalTwinFang, and Drgyen stated in their reviews that I am just copying from the anime. What is a fan fiction story if not a copy of the original. Sure, there are some things different: added, removed, and other wise changed. It still has parts from the original story. I only want to stick as much detail as I can.

Alaskanson98 thank you fore the vote of confidence since I really want to keep writing this story.

mangaG and DarkMeddler have shown interest in the plot but have suggested that I focus less on the events from the CG series and more on the spartan 3. These are notes I will take into consideration, I will be cutting back on some of the parts that don't have Lelouch or Suzaku, and maybe a few that do. Because they are the main characters of code geass and co main characters to this story.

XT3100 asked how Noble Six will handle being in the Geass world, the most I can reveal now is that he's going to really hate Britannia policy