Code Geass - Lelouch of the Rebellion/Code Geass - Hangyaku no Lelouch: Lost Soldiers
by: Ominae
Rating: T
NOTE:
All character of Code Geass are under the copyright of Goro Taniguchi, Sunrise, CLAMP and Bandai Entertainment. All other characters are under my jurisdiction.
Summary:
With the stolen items pertaining to Clovis in the former city of Shinjuku, he orders his forces to converge on the ghetto. Meanwhile, Marc and the others are enroute to reinforce their NRA allies. Will they be able to fend off their common enemy? Stay tune to this chapter to find out.
Chapter 3: Fight Back
Cockpit, Z-01B Lancelot Club
Dispatched towards the Shinjuku ghetto by using the abandoned Tokyo Metro subway tunnels with covert assistance from Kyoto, the Lancelot Club was leading a four-man Knightmare squad to assist Ougi and his NRA cadres after previously sending an immediate request for reinforcements.
So far, so good. Marc observed the abandoned subway tunnels to see that no Britannian soldier or Knightmare was guarding it, possibly either due to the assumption that anti-occupation groups may not see a need for it in the outskirts of the Tokyo Settlement or because most of the people living in the ghettos were mostly Japanese refugees. Refugees that have refused Honorary Britannian nationality for nationalistic reasons. We haven't been spotted yet. It's strategical that the ex-JGSDF mountain base we're using is linked to the subways, especially the Tokyo Metro.
"Hey boss man! Got a minute?"
Marc replied to the voice on the Club's radio. "Yea, Rai. What is it?" With the squad consisting of the Club, the blue-colored Knightmare technically known as the Type 3F Gekka Prototype and two Sutherlands, Marc had decided to let Rai be the mission's main XO as always back from their Irregular days.
"Is it wise to have two Sutherlands with us? Even in their regular Britannian army colors?"
"You think I had a choice in the matter? It's not like we've been getting more unique Knightmares lately aside from stealing and donations from Kyoto. You should know that by now."
Marc heard Rai sigh. "I know, I know. I'm just saying that Michelle and Jean could just be with Ken and the others as backup. We could just take care of the Sutherlands since we've got kick-ass looking knightmares that we're using now aside from the Sutherlands we've stolen from hijacked Britannian military transport for the past few years now after the war."
"It's alright." Marc reassured his fellow Eurasian colleague. "I can trust those guys to do their job."
"I hope so." Rai said before he asked Marc again. "By the way, what's that Lancelot Club have for weapons?"
Marc had a smirk under his respirator. "I thought you'd never ask." He went to check on the Club's system and accessed the weapons database.
"Okay." The Filipino of Chinese-Britannian descent got a readout of the knightmare's weapon systems after a minute of pressing button commands on his console. "Looks like I got it."
Rai felt excited when he heard the news. "Whatcha got?"
"Don't rush me." Marc began to examine his console on the Club's weapons. "I got the following with the Club. So far, this Knightmare has..."
Cockpit, Type 3F Gekka Prototype
"Slash harkens and MSV particle shields on forearms, 2 Maser Vibration Swords mounted on the back right now and a VARIS rifle."
"VARIS?" Rai inquired, following Marc's Club from behind with the other two Sutherlands behind him. "What the heck's that?"
"May be a bit tehnical for ya," Marc chuckled. "but it apparently stands for Variable Ammunition Repulsion Impact Spitfire. Oh yeah, it can mount the same machine pistol that the Glasgows and Sutherlands use."
"Nice setup." Rai gave a whistle.
It was Marc's turn to inquire on the Gekka Prototype's weapon systems. "What about the Gekka Prototype's weapon systems?"
"I got a list of it when I did a system check." Rai replied back to Marc's inquiry. "Following includes a Slash Harken known as the Hien Soga. Next is the Fukushahado, the name of the emitter on the claw arm's palm. Means radiation surge literally. From the name and stuff, it suggests that it uses radiation as a weapon. Mounted on the right forearm's a sort of custom handgun, although it doesn't look like the conventional ones that we'd used before."
"Heard that it's got a sword of some kind like the Club, right?"
Rai nodded while he listened to his CO. Well, ex-COSMOS CO. "Yeah. A revolving blade sword called Katen Yaibato in Japanese. I have it with me on the Gekka's right hand."
Marc gave a whistle after hearing the said weapons. "That certainly sounds interesting."
"Sure does." Rai checked the helmet and respirator on his head, ensuring that they had a good fit without any problems before he went back to steer his knightmare.
"Alright, we're here." Marc led the group to jump off the subway tunnel tracks, firing the Slash Harkens on the ceiling of the abandoned Shinjuku station. Rai followed suit with Michelle and Jean doing the same.
The four Knightmares had then the subway, firing off their Slash Harkens at a gaping hole above them.
Somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
Kallen, with a now empty machine pistol at the hands of her Glasgow, kept evading machine pistol fire from the Sutherland Purists until they fired their Slash Harkens at her.
"Take this!" Kallen threw the empty machine pistol at her pursuers in order to get the Slash Harkens away from her.
"Not so fast, ya antique knightmare!" The first Sutherland Purist dodged the thrown projectile and fired a few burst from his machine pistol, eliminating the left landspinner.
"Arrgh!" Kallen saw the damage done when her console displayed that her left landspinner was permanently destroyed, making the Glasgow fall down on its side.
"Bastard!" The Glasgow aimed its left hand at the Sutherland Purist nearest her before she fired it.
"Hah!" The second Sutherland Purist fired his own machine pistol at the downed Glasgow, taking out its left arm and damaging the factsphere sensor/head unit. "You're not getting away from the Purists that easy, ya blasted Eleven!"
What do I do? Kallen saw that her Glasgow has been heavily damaged, reaching out for two levers near her seat to activate the cockpit ejection system in case the system would not activate it when a knightmare has sustained heavy damage. I'm down and I can't fight back aside from the Glasgow's machine pistol.
Her Glasgow was on its knees, helpless to fight back as she saw one of the Sutherlands pointing its machine pistol at the cockpit.
"Say goodnighttttt!!!!"
A Slash Harken was launched from the rear of the Sutherland Purists, taking them by surprise when it slammed hard on one of their cockpits.
"Who the hell did that?" The Sutherland Purist nearest Kallen turned its head around, only for a familiar sword to come crashing down on its waist. "G-GWAHHHHH!!!" The sword sliced its target into half horizontally, which blew up after the deed was done.
"Gotcha!" Rai shouted, completing the job by firing the handgun at the downed knightmare's head unit. He was about to use the Kaiten Yaibato when the Sutherland Purist's cockpit had ejected itself in order to avoid a stabbing attempt. "Damn! Wouldn't stay around for the party..."
"Why you little..." The other Sutherland Purist was about to pull the trigger of his machine pistol when another sword sliced the knightmare's left arm, which held the said weapon.
"Take this!" Marc yelled, twirling the MVS on the Club's left hand before he stabbed the Sutherland Purist on its cockpit.
"NOOOOO!!!!" The screams of the unknown Purist knightmare pilot was heard out loud before it blew up.
"You alright?" One of the Sutherlands piloted by Jean approached the downed Glasgow.
Kallen emerged from the Glasgow, its seat ejected from the cockpit when she found out that the danger had subsided. "Yeah! I'm alright!"
"Ougi asked for assistance, so here we are." Marc explained to Kallen, placing the MVS on its rear. "Will you make it on your own?"
Kallen nodded.
"Get yourself out of here. Your knightmare's not in good shape after all."
Taking Marc's advise to heart, Kallen immediately began to run from the downed Glasgow towards some of the abandoned buildings nearby.
"You know where Ougi is?" Michelle asked, activating her Sutherland's factsphere sensor.
"Yeah I do." replied Marc. "He left us a location in the ghetto, so I'll lead you guys there."
Cockpit, Unknown knightmare
"Is this the result of my contract?"
A person resembling the face and figure of Nunnally was in a strange area. For one thing, she was almost nude with the exception of the red sigil on her forehead. Her brown hair was a bit long and flowing, which is unlike Nunnally as she usually has her hair in a ponytail.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" The person began to laugh. "At long last, I'm free! I don't have to be stuck in that damn wheelchair! Not to mention that I can see. My eyesight's back! I can be Nunnally Lamperouge without being blind or crippled!"
"Hm?" The girl saw from her console several Sutherlands surrounding her from all sides. "Excellent..." whispered the girl, having an evil smile on her face.
"I'll show them the true power of Mark Nemo..."
Somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"What the heck is that?"
Seven Sutherlands had surrounded the Mark Nemo, perched on top of an abandoned 10-story building. It had a demon-like appearance with a seemingly red cockpit on its back. The Mark Nemo had several hair-like appendages on its neck with its factsphere sensors seemingly located on its face.
"Don't be frightened by that thing!" One of the Sutherland pilots yelled to his comrades. "We've got orders from Prince Clovis and General Asprius to start laying waste on the Shinjuku ghetto." The pilot had his Sutherland had aimed his cannon at the Mark Nemo. "So let's do this thing!"
Suddenly, the Mark Nemo leaped from the rooftop, launching its appendages at the Sutherlands.
"Blonde Knife!" yelled Nunnally, launching the appendages at her enemies.
"Crap!" Another Sutherland pilot saw the appendages coming at him. "Are they Slash Harkens? They move fast...AARRRRGGHH!" Around two of the knives went for his Sutherland, tearing it apart literally in a matter of minutes.
"Move! Move!" A Machine pistol-armed Sutherland kept moving left and right, firing its weapon at the Mark Nemo. He was not able to react in time when a few more of the knives emerged from the ground to wreck his Sutherland.
"Damn!" Another cannon-armed Sutherland moved back, repeatedly firing his weapon at the towering knightmare. "Get someone to contact the G-1 at once! This thing can somehow read our movements! We can't stop it!"
Four Blond Knives had been able to sneak up behind the Sutherland, slithering like snakes waiting for its prey to come before they all struck the target simultaneously.
"UWWWAAAAAHAHHHH!!!"
The pilot's screams were heard in all Britannian military frequencies, his comrades unable to figure out what had happened when the Sutherland was being torn apart into small pieces by the blonde knives before one of them had killed the pilot after it penetrated his cockpit.
Corridor, abandoned apartment complex, somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
Three figures wearing the all-too-familiar Britannian soldier uniforms, complete with headgear, moved silently on one of the many corridors on an abandoned apartment complex. They had their M-13 assault rifles at the ready.
"Let's hope this Colt rifle holds up." One of the soldiers whispered, having the Swiss flag as an emblem on his body armor.
"I know how you feel, Henri." Another of the soldiers replied, having the Japanese flag on his body armor. "Especially when General Asprius announced to all Britannian units heading and in the ghetto to massacre the residents."
"Bloody bastard." muttered a Britannian soldier with the 13-stars flag on his body armor. "I don't know about you Ken, but Michael Forest cannot and will not stand for this atrocity to take place."
Ken sighed, walking silently when they saw two Britannian soldiers about to enter one of the dilapidated apartments. They didn't mind their presence as they kicked the door down and stormed it. "I agree. But it looks like the bloodbath's about to start unless we can prevent it."
The three Lost Soldiers ran towards the opened apartment, using their meta-reflexes to run when they were able to enter the apartment.
Unknown apartment, abandoned apartment complex, somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"Fire!" Ken and Michael fired at the soldiers from their backs with their M-13s, killing them before they got a chance to execute the terrified senior couple.
"Are you alright?" Ken approached the frightened couple, having slinged his rifle.
"Y-yes." The old man in his early 70s nodded in response.
"Please come with us." Ken advised the couple. "You're not safe here anymore."
"Did we make it?"
The three turned around, seeing Nagata being accompanied by two NRA guerrillas. The two had been armed with IZHMASH AKS-47 assault rifles and were wearing red headbands, but one of them was a woman in her late 20s with purple hair. The other was in his late 20s with a goatee and red hair.
"Nagata!" Ken saw that the NRA guerrilla has his shoulder wound taken care of. In addition, he was wearing the same gear that he had when he had met with the Lost Soldiers with Ougi and Kallen.
"Don't worry about me." Nagata grinned. "So I take it that you were able to rescue them?"
"Yeah, we did." Michael and Henri escorted the seniors to Nagata after Ken motioned them to do so.
"Thank you." The woman told the Lost Soldiers. She was wearing a green shirt, purple windbreaker and black shorts with brown boots. "Oji-san." The woman told the old man. "These are the Lost Soldiers. They're the ones who saved you from being killed."
"Oh, really?" The old man turned to face Ken and bowed slightly due to his age. "Thank you very much. I've heard so much about you people when the war had started years ago."
"We're just trying to help." Ken replied, bowing down also as a courtesy that he learned from his Japanese mother. "It's about time we did our part."
"Hey! Hey!" The red-haired man yelled to the group. He had a dark blue dress shirt worn under a light purple Henley shirt and jeans. "What about us? We're going to secure oji-san and oba-san here!"
"Sure, Tamago." Henri sighed.
"IT'S TAMAKI!" Shinichiro Tamaki yelled back at Henri, wanting to use his AKS-47 at the three Lost Soldiers. I'm not some damn egg sushi!
"There's no time to argue Tamaki." Nagata scolded his NRA comrade. "Just get them out of here. Ougi already advised us on this." He then faced the woman. "Inoue."
"Understood." Inoue unslinged her AKS-47, leading the way out of the apartment complex with Tamaki protecting her rear. "Oji-san, oba-san. Just follow us, please."
"What happened to your other pals?" Nagata asked, checking his IZHMASH AKMS's 30-round magazine when he ejected it to check for remaining 7.62 Soviet ammunition.
"Let's just say that they're planning something big." replied Michael, grinning at Nagata from under his respirator and helmet.
Ken went to check on the downed soldiers, removing their helmets and respirators. "Damn."
"What's up?" Nagata went to see Ken, only for him to see who the soldiers were with great disgust.
"Fellow Japanese." The NRA guerrilla gritted his teeth. "I can't believe that they'd be in the service of the Britannian Army."
"At least they're dead." Ken surmised.
Nagata nodded. "Yeah. At least."
Abandoned Intersection, somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
Squads of different Britannian Sutherlands and soldiers, most of them consisting of the Britannian Guards and the SAS, were attacking a certain portion of the former downtown area of Shinjuku as it was being used by the NRA as a striking point against the attempted incursion.
"Is it time?" Yi asked Domingo, disguised as regular Britannian soldiers guarding the rear of the Britannian Army's incursion. It greatly aided the infiltration of the squads as the two had completely blended in with no trouble at all.
"Not yet." Domingo whispered, having his M-13 at the ready. "Just wait."
The Guards, being responsible for defending the Royal Family and in the army as a special forces unit, was in action at Shinjuku Ghetto battling against NRA guerrillas. The only way to tell them apart from other Britannian army units was their clothing. The Guards had red jackets and pants, black boots and red peaked caps for officers while enlisted personnel wore red berets.
"Okay." Domingo had procured a pen-shaped device from the left pocket of his pants. "Let's hope Jean's stuff works."
The ex-Panamanian COSMOS soldier depressed the button on top of the device.
An explosion was soon heard from the rear of the Britannian army squads.
"What the heck was that?" One of the Britannian Guards yelled, seeing one of the Sutherlands explode with both of its legs destroyed.
"Hey!" A Britannian SAS soldier, wearing a balaclava and tactical vest, yelled to the other soldiers nearby. "What happened?"
A parked Britannian military trailer truck, parked near a squad of Britannian Guards and SAS soldiers, exploded when Domingo surreptitiously pressed the device again.
Here goes nothing. Again and again, Domingo kept pressing the device several times with his left thumb hitting the button as a rate of 5 to 6 presses per minute. Owing to COSMOS meta-human reflex conditioning, he was able to distract the Britannians from attacking the downtown area of the Shinjuku ghetto to cause chaos and confusion.
Nothing was spared when the explosions had started. Knightmares, wheeled APCs, mobile howitzers and trailer trucks carrying soldiers and military equipment were all targeted in the bombings.
"We're under attack!" A wounded Britannian Guardsman shouted, being wounded with shrapnel wounds on his right leg, temporarily immobilizing his ability to stand up as he was on the ground.
"Damn if I knew who did it!" Two Britannian SAS operators were busy carrying off their wounded colleagues, using the fireman's lift to accomplish this.
"Hey!" A Britannian Guards officer yelled for Domingo and Yi's attention, unaware of their true allegiance. "I need your help here."
"Let's play it cool for now." Yi whispered to Domingo, who nodded in reply as they went to see the officer.
Bridge, G-1 Base, outskirts of Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"What's happening out there?!"
Clovis sighed, seated on the throne inside the G-1's bridge while listening to Asprius shout at the officers studying the tactical map of the entire Shinjuku ghetto. The bald-headed man was furious when he noted that the blue units on the map were marked with the status LOST to indicate that they were out of commission for the entire operation.
"We're not sure, General." One of the officers replied, who was wearing peaked gray caps and short red caps on their backs with their gray uniforms and black boots. "Some of our Sutherlands and transport trucks in the field are being bombed by some unknown perpetrator."
"Who could have done such a thing like this?" Asprius mumbled to himself. Could it be those so-called Lost Soldiers? They're only one of the few who can do this kind of thing aside from the SAS and the Guards?
"Come in G-1! Come in G-1! We're having a situation out here, over?" Asprius and Clovis were alerted to hear someone shout from the G-1's radio.
"This is G-1. Identify yourself and state your emergency, over." The bridge's radio operator replied to the dispatch.
"I'm with Lawson's unit!" The man replied. "We're under attack by some strange...knightmare!"
"What kind of knightmare? Stolen Sutherlands? Glasgows being used by the rebels?"
"NO! None of that at all!" Everyone inside the bridge was shocked to hear the news. "It's...it looks like some kind of demon..."
"You're not very clear. Can you please repeat that?"
"What do you mean not clear? I'm already telling you! The thing out here's a dem--AARHRHRHRH!!!!!"
Clovis felt sick when he heard the Sutherland pilot's painful screams over the radio, wanting to clutch his stomach as a gut reaction.
Why is this happening to me of all things? The third Prince of the Britannian Imperial Throne was shocked and angry on hearing the news that the Sutherlands under his command had been defeated by an unknown foe, with the addition of explosions that had caused chaos to his forces and forced them to suspend operations in the ghetto for the meantime until they can be sure that rear guard security is taken care of.
"Get Jeremiah Gottwald of the Purist Faction on the line!" Clovis ordered Bartley, standing up after he had enough of hearing reports of casualties coming in on the bridge.
"Yes, your highness!" Bartley replied, telling one of the officers to contact Jeremiah at once.
Somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
The Club, Gekka Prototype and two Sutherlands rushed in towards another area of the Shinjuku ghetto, thanking their stars that there wasn't any Britannian units in the way.
"You got a fix on Ougi's location?" Rai asked Marc from his Gekka Prototype, moving alongside him. Michelle and Jean were right behind the two.
"They're just 5 kilometers away." Marc replied. "They're holding up near the bombed Shinjuku Park Tower."
"I just hope we can get there in time, guys." Michelle raised her concerns on whether they can reinforce Ougi and his NRA guerrilla comrades.
Marc sighed, hearing Michelle's concenrns.
"I'm sure Ougi's tryin' his best to do so..."
Somewhere on Shinjuku Park Tower, Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"Sugiyama! Minami!" Ougi yelled at the two senior NRA guerrillas, reloading his IZHMASH AKMS assault rifle. "Get some guys with RPGs to put a dent on the Britannian vehicles!"
"Got it Ougi!" Kento Sugiyama replied to Ougi's command, preparing to load a PG-7VR Tandem HEAT warhead on a Bazalt RPG-7. He was wearing a green shirt, red pants and white hiking shoes. As with most of the NRA guerrillas, Sugiyama wore a red headband on his forehead. At least for Ougi's faction. He took aim at the General Dynamics M1A1 Abrams and fired his RPG-7, hitting its turret with some minor damage.
"Dammit!" Yoshitaka Minami yelled, seeing that his position near Ougi was being shot at by gunfire before he ducked behind what had been a wall used to house some offices at the Tower. The purple-haired man wore glasses, a light purple with a windbreaker that had light and dark green shades. In addition, he wore white pants and brown hiking shoes. "Britannian forces are coming in fast! They just unloaded from their APCs!" He gripped his IZHMASH AK-74M, Minami's right index finger over the assault rifle's trigger housing.
"Sniper!" One of the NRA guerrillas shouted before he was shot in the head, dropping his M-13 rifle from his hands.
Ougi gritted his teeth, seeing the guerrilla shot.
"Somebody get a fix on the sniper!" Ougi shouted to his group, hoping that someone would help him out. The ex-high school teacher clasped the pistol and foregrip of his AKMS, flipping out its foldable stock at the ready after kneeling on the ground.
A brown-haired man with a blue sleeveless shirt, jeans, military boots and brown gloves on came charging in to reinforce Ougi's position. He had an IZHMASH SVD sniper rifle, fitted with modern synthetic furniture. Another NRA guerrilla, in his middle 30s, accompanied the brown-haired man with a KSVK 12.7 mm anti-armor material rifle. He had black hair, windbreaker and olive drab pants on.
"Sorry we're late." said the KSVK-wielding NRA guerrilla, his brown hiking boots shuffling on the debris floor.
"You're just in time, Yoshida, Uchida." Ougi told his comrade, about to use the handset on a Britannian manpack radio worn on his back. "I think we've got a sniper in our midst. We need to flush him out, not to mention get some of the Britannian armor out of the way."
"Where is he?" Yoshida sat on the ground, placing the SVD's foregrip on his left leg after he placed his right leg flat on the ground. He peered through the PSO-1's telescope to scan the area. "I need some kinda visual sign or somethin'..."
"Check one of the bombed buildings nearby!" Minami told Yoshida. "Not sure which one."
"Found something!" Yoshida was able to get a focus on two Britannian soldiers using the ruins of a neaby building as a sniping nest. The brown-haired man had previously had the scope calibrated in another gunfight.
"Gotcha..." whispered Yoshida, pulling hard on the SVD's trigger. After feeling the sniper rifle's recoil course through his left shoulder, he saw that his target had been shot in the head.
"Got him!" Yoshida yelled to Ougi. "The man's down!"
"But his partner's still out there." Uchida reminded Yoshida. "Which I'll take care of for you." Peering through the KSVK's scope, Uchida fired a single Russian 12.7 x 108 mm bullet at a pillar used by the second soldier to hide from Yoshida's line of fire. The shot was then proven to be true when the targeted soldier dropped dead and fell on the ground face first. Uchida had been shot at the neck when the 12.7 bullet had penetrated the pillar despite being made of concrete.
"Take cover!" Ougi was on the handset when he saw one of the Sutherlands fire a grenade from the's machine pistol overbarrel grenade launcher at them.
"Come on!" Yoshida urged Uchida to move. "Let's move!"
Ougi's NRA guerrilla faction began to move fast and away from their position when the grenade landed somewhere near Uchida and Yoshida, detonating behind them after impact.
Near Outskirts of Shinjuku Park Tower, Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"Looks like the party's already started..." Jean saw the Sutherlands, Abrams MBTs and Britannian Guardsmen engaging Ougi's NRA guerrilla faction near the Shinjuku Park Tower ruins. "Can't they all just wait for us to be here already?"
Around 15 Sutherlands are in the area with around 5 Abrams and two squads of Britannian Guardsmen when Marc and the others had arrived.
"Then let's continue where they left off!!" Marc yelled in response to Jean's retort, launching the Club's dual forearm-mounted Slash Harkens at two of the Sutherlands. They were struck down after the Slash Harkens were hit at their head units before Rai came charging in to attack them with the custom handgun.
"Who the heck are they?" One of the Sutherland pilots ceased attacking the NRA position to take aim at the 4-man Knightmare squad that had just arrived. Michelle and Jean intercepted his attempts to fire his machine pistol when they fired their own weapons back at him.
"AARRHGHGH!" The pilot yelled when the Sutherland was destroyed in an explosion, being hit by machine pistol fire at his cockpit.
"Is it..." A cannon-armed Sutherland was a bit hesitant to move in and face off against the mysterious attackers. "Is it the Lost Soldiers that we've heard about from the Second Pacific War?!"
"You win!" Rai yelled, moving in on the Sutherland. "And your price is..." The Gekka Prototype had its Fukushado claw arm raised before it darted fast on the Sutherland's head, making it drop its cannon. "your immediate death for knowing us!"
Radiation began to surge from the Gekka Prototype's claw arm all the way to the Sutherland, which began to internally combust. "Have a good one!" The Gekka Prototype dashed away from the Sutherland before it blew up, its cartridge being discharged from the claw arm.
"Get them!" Three Sutherlands began to wildy fire their machine pistols at the Club, Gekka Prototype and the Lost Soldiers-piloted Sutherlands. "Just make sure they move away!"
The Club raised its forearms, its Blaze Luminous MSV shields blocking their gunfire. Michelle and Jean fired their machine pistols at two of the Sutherlands, striking their legs and landspinners.
"My turn, guys!" Marc grinned when he had the Club brandish its MVS swords to combine them to a lance. He stabbed one of the Sutherlands in the cockpit before he did it again on another downed Sutherland for good measures. Rai helped in by firing the custom handgun at the third Sutherland. Afterwards, the four knightmares turned their attention towards the Abrams. Taking advantage of their landspinners, the Club led the attack when it brandished its VARIS rifle to fire at two of the MBTs. The Gekka Prototype had stabbed a third at the center. Jean fired his Sutherland's machine pistol's mounted grenade launcher to hit an Abrams at its rear. Michelle did the same too, hitting another Abrams. Only this time, the fired grenade struck at its threads to disable its mobility.
"I'll clean that up!" Rai sighed, firing the Gekka Prototype's Hien Soga Slash Harken at the disabled Abrams at its turret to destroy it.
"Don't just stand there!" A Sutherland pilot yelled to his fellow pilots. Eight of the Sutherlands were remaining. "Take them out now!"
In the blink of an eye, the Mark Nemo had leaped down behind from several buildings near the scene. It stared at the Sutherlands, arming itself with a katana that seemingly materialized at its hands.
"What the hell?" A cannon-armed Sutherland saw the Mark Nemo raising its katana. "That's the knightmare reported by the Lawson unit!"
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" In a fit of desperation, a Sutherland standing near the Mark Nemo's left leg had raised its left arm with the Chaos frag grenade in its hand after directing his comrades to fire their machine pistols and cannons at the frightening knightmare.
"It's no use!" Marc, Rai, Michelle and Jean were stunned when the Mark Nemo leaped around the Sutherlands before it used its katana to destroy them by swinging the bladed weapon at their waists. The Chaos grenade, on the other hand, had been primed for detonation when it had barely left the Sutherland's left hand. Its detonation further destroyed four of the eight Sutherlands near him.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!" The four Lost Soldiers heard the collective screams of the pilots when their knightmares had been destroyed in one fall swoop.
"I got you now!" From out of the eight Sutherlands, one of them had slipped away and traversed on one of the ruined buildings via Slash Harkens before it tried to leap at the Mark Nemo with a jousting lance.
Turning its head around, the Mark Nemo had its eye-shaped factsphere sensors activated.
"Wha?" The pilot became frightened when the said knightmare had quickly turned its head around. "How did..."
He didn't have a chance to figure out a question regarding the Mark Nemo when it quickly struck him down for good by executing a vertical slash with its katana once again at the lance-armed Sutherland.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!" The last Sutherland pilot yelled when his unit was destroyed by the katana.
Ougi and his fellow NRA guerrillas, seeing the Guardsmen's armored support destroyed, quickly took advantage of the appearance of the Mark Nemo and the Lost Soldiers by attacking them with AKs and RPGs.
"Retreat! Retreat!" A Guardsman officer, with the rank of Captain, ordered his men to retreat before he was shot by gunfire coming from Ougi and Minami.
Cockpit, Mark Nemo
"That happens to be the power of my geass."
Nunnally grinned, seeing all of the Sutherlands in front of her. All of them destroyed by her own hands.
"The power to see the future..."
The four blips, indicating to be knightmares in the vicinity, raised Nunanlly's interest when the sigil on her forehead had glowed for a few minutes.
"Geass users..." Nunally whispered, giving off an evil smile. "like me hmm?" She noted that the knighmares did not raise their weapons at the Mark Nemo.
"This is quite interesting. I wonder who are they?"
Somewhere on Tokyo Opera City Tower, Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
Standing on an unknown floor of the abandoned and ruined Tokyo Opera City Tower was a familiar figure, who wore a black sneaking-type suit with a black cape at his neck. A tulip-shaped helmet was worn over his head.
"So it seems a strange knightmare has joined in the fight." The figure had his arms crossed on his chest, staring at Mark Nemo. "I don't know what to make of this, but why do I have a feeling that a geass user in that knightmare."
Five Sutherland Purists were seen charging in towards the Shinjuku Park Tower, being armed with machine pistols or with jousting lances.
"Oh ho ho ho ho!!!" Laughing real hard, the figure leaped down from the Opera City Tower down towards the earth.
"It seems that my geass has given me more than just a suit, cape and helmet..."
Near Outskirts of Shinjuku Park Tower, Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"Everyone move in!" Jeremiah yelled to Viletta and to three other Purists pilots, dashing in towards the Mark Nemo and Marc's group, assembled and ready to fight.
"Is that the knightmare we've been told about?" One of the Purists asked, who had raised his machine pistol to fire at it.
"Get them!" Jeremiah had his jousting lance at the ready, charging towards the Club. "I'll start with the hijacked knightmare!"
"The enemy's here!" Marc responded by firing his Slash Harkens at Jeremiah, who dodged it by using his lance to block them.
"Take cover!" Jean hurled a Chaos fragmentation grenade towards Viletta.
In response to the thrown projectile, Viletta fired her machine pistol at the Chaos grenade before she had the attention of the Mark Nemo.
"Hold it!" Viletta aimed her weapon at the Mark Nemo. "Depower your knightmare or we will open fire!"
Despite being accompanied by another one of the Purists, the Mark Nemo leaped around and fired its blonde knives at them.
"Ms. Viletta....AARRRRHGGHGGH!" The female Purist saw that the Sutherland Purist next to her had been overwhelmed by the blonde knives.
"Why you?!" Viletta charged at Mark Nemo by clmbing up on of the ruined buildings with its Slash Harkens. Better take the battle to the roof.
However, Viletta arrived on top to see the Mark Nemo leaping towards her.
"How did..." The woman didn't have time to comprehend the situation and fire her weapon as the katana came crashing down on her. She was only lucky to eject before the katana's blade began to slice her Sutherland Purist into half from the top.
"Oh yeah!" Rai simply charged at the other anonymous Sutherland Purist unit and slashed it with its Katen Yaibato, which disabled it in a matter of seconds.
"Viletta!" Jeremiah shouted, seeing his fellow Purists being taken out. He was facing the Club and Michelle's Sutherland unit. A regular Sutherland? Must've been taken by the terrorists.
"It's just you against us." The Club aimed its VARIS rifle at Jeremiah's Sutherland Purist. "So what's it going to be?"
Jeremiah answered by charging towards the Club with its jousting lance aimed at its center.
"Damnit!" Marc had the Club move left and right, firing its VARIS rifle at Jeremiah. "Guess this means the hard way."
"It can't be!!" Seeing that his Sutherland Purist was damaged after the VARIS rifle bullet had struck at its left leg, Jeremiah was forced to activate the cockpit ejection system.
"Next time!!!!!!" Jeremiah was able to yell out his frustrations as the cockpit had been hurled from the Sutherland Purist to a certain area of the Shinjuku ghetto, located 200 kilometers away from the scene.
"Hey...." Rai asked Marc on his radio, as Michelle and Jean met up with the NRA survivors. "You know anything about that knightmare?"
"I wish I knew, Rai." Marc watched at the Mark Nemo jumped away from the scene.
At least I was able to meet up with you again. Fellow geass users like me. I can't wait to meet with you two in person.
"What the?" Marc felt his chest tighten a bit. "Who contacted me with telepathy? Is it..."
Marc broke into a frown, hidden under his helmet and respirator. Unless it's geass. But I'm not sure...
"Marc!" Rai was heard panting a bit on the radio. "You felt it too?"
"Y-yeah." Marc replied. "Not sure why?"
"At least that thing out there didn't attack us."
"I agree."
Abandoned Intersection, somewhere in Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"What the heck's going on here?!"
One of the Britannian SAS operators panicked, trying to reload his M-13 with a 50-round magazine taken from his tactical vest. A Britannian regular soldier jumped in front of the operator and kicked him on his face before a roundhouse was done hard on his face again.
Real hard.
"Dammit! The enemies are soldiers!" Another SAS operator yelled, leading three of his comrades to fire. However, the soldier moved as fast as her legs can take while dodging left and right to avoid being hit by gunfire. She took out a combat knife from a sheath strapped on her right leg. "But this one's moving too fast! I can't aim and focus..."
"She's got a knife..." A SAS operator was killed when his throat was slashed. Another was killed when the soldier when he was stabbed in the throat.
"Come here." The third SAS operator decided to engage the assailant by using his fists. The tables were turned when the soldier dashed and went for the back, taking the operator by surprise when his left shin was kicked from behind.
"ACK!" Grabbing the operator from the neck, the soldier took a Sig Sauer SP 2022 pistol from the tactical vest's holster and fired it at any nearby SAS operators and Britannian Guardsmen. Using the grabbed operator as a shield, she was able to defend herself while killing the other soldiers nearby.
"Thanks!" The soldier told the SAS operator, placing the barrel of the SP 2022 on his head. "But you outlived your usefulness..." She fired a 9 mm bullet that went throught her victim's brain, killing him instantly.
Nearby, a Sutherland was rampaging with its machine pistol being fired at functioning Sutherlands while throwing any Chaos grenades at Abrams MBTs and M109A6 Paladin howitzers. It also fired the machine pistol's grenade launcher to scatter any SAS operator or Britannian Guardsmen in the field.
"That oughta teach ya!" yelled Domingo, who was in a hijacked Sutherland when he took advantage of the bombs cleverly placed in various Sutherlands and military vehicles to distract the Britannians from destroying Shinjuku ghetto.
"Come on!" Yi radioed Domingo, seeing the Britannians at the face of the surprise attack at their rear.
Bridge, G-1 Base, outskirts of Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"Your highness!" Bartley told Clovis. "We've lost most of our forces in the ghetto. We should retreat at once!"
"What?" Clovis angrily replied, banging his fist on the throne's armrest. "I'm of the Royal Family and you're telling me to just turn back and retreat like a scared cat?!"
"You don't understand!" Bartley tried to reason with Clovis. "We have an unknown enemy who's somehow familiar with Britannian military doctrine, not to mention with the appearances of hijacked Sutherland and the Lancelot Club created by the Special Dispatch Guidance System Division."
Gunfire was soon heard, the right launch catapult damaged.
"What was that?!" Clovis yelled, before he saw the Gekka Prototype right in front of the G-1 with its right arm-mounted custom handgun aimed at the bridge.
"Prince Clovis la Britannia!" Rai yelled from the knightmare's external speakers. "Retreat at once! You have lost this match against the NRA!"
Clovis began to grit his teeth in anger, being frustrated at the situation. I could have additional forces summoned here at my command, but the media may pick it up and eventually tell the public. I just hate it when journalism's able to do things like this...
"To prove my point, I'll fire off my weapon to show you that it's not a bluff." Clovis saw the Gekka Prototype's custom handgun fire a short burst, all nearly missing his G-1 on purpose.
"General Bartley!" Clovis began to issue his order to the bald-headed officer. "Issue the order to any of our surviving forces to retreat at once!"
"Y-yes, your highness!" Bartley quickly understood Clovis' orders, being glad that he was able to retreat from a battle that was against their favors and live on for another day.
Somewhere on Royal Britannian Army Tokyo Base, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"Did you hear the recent news, my dear Cécile Croomey?"
Lloyd Asplund, wearing a scientist's labcoat, patted his gray pants as his casual brown shoes began to shuffle on the gray pavement near the helipad of the RBA's Tokyo Base.
"Hear about what, Lloyd?" Cécile, now aged 24, stared at the Britannian Earl and scientist. She watched him dance, spinning around while having a smile on his face.
"My dear, dear Lancelot Club." Lloyd said, without having concern shown on his face or his voice. "How it's stolen by some unknown people disguised as SAS personnel and its debut as the Shinjuku ghetto."
"Really?" Cécile was stunned to hear the news from a joyful man.
"It's all true." Lloyd grinned, raising his left index finger to emphasis himself. "That means it's actually working. Especially with the equipment and weapons needed to prove itself as a seventh-generation knightmare frame."
"Right..." Cécile felt like a sweatdrop was falling from the back of her head. "And you're saying all this with a happy smile despite it's use against the military?"
"Word has it on with the soldiers around the base that some oddly familiar soldiers from the Second Pacific War are fighting alongside those..." Lloyd pondered on his thoughts before he continued. "Japanese rebels from 2010 ATB." The light blue and white-haired man told Cécile, trying to be a bit correct despite the designation of Eleven for the ex-nation Japan and the Japanese.
I'm surprised that Lloyd's being a bit correct despite the situation. "You mean..."
"Indeed." Lloyd adjusted the glasses when he adjusted it slightly for it not to rest entirely on his face's bridge.
"Either it's some Britannian terrorists in league with the rebels or the Lost Soldiers are somehow ready to face against the Britannian military once again..."
Cécile sighed in disappointment. "It means that we need to find a suitable pilot for the Lancelot sooner than later."
Near Outskirts of Shinjuku Park Tower, Shinjuku Ghetto, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"You guys did it!"
Kallen cheered for Marc and Rai, the two already descending from their knightmares via zip lines. Some of the AK-armed NRA guerrillas were already greeting Jean and the others, with Domingo, Yi, Ken, Michael and Henri alongside their comrades.
"Nice job out there guys!" Ougi shook hands with Marc. Rai was standing next to Marc, his M-13 slinged on his back.
"Nah." Marc chuckled. "Just a mix of our Britannian soldier disguises..." He pointed to his helmet and respirator. "and these guys in the mix though." Marc used his left thumb to point to the Club and Gekka Prototype behind him. "You oughta thank them instead."
"Hey man!" Tamaki went out of his way to greet Marc and Rai. He was with Inoue, Minami and Sugiyama, their AK rifles slinged on their left shoulders.
"Hey Tamago!" Rai yelled, waving to Tamaki.
Inoue, Minami, Sugiyama, Yoshida and Ougi laughed when Tamaki began to shake his left in anger. "Dammit! My name's Tamaki, not Tamago!"
"Whatever, Tamago!" Marc feigned ignorance, pretending to wave him off.
"Why you I oughta!!!" Tamaki was about to run towards Marc when Minami and Sugiyama began to restrain him.
"Man..." Rai whispered. "Tamaki sure needs to take things lightly this time..."
"Any casualties?" Marc asked Ougi.
"We have some wounded." Ougi replied before he stared at the ground. "But Uchida. He didn't make it..."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Marc offered his sympathies.
Ougi shook his head. "It's alright. At least he died fighting to free Japan from Britannian occupation."
Rai nodded his head in agreement. "I'm sure he did, Ougi. I'm sure he did."
"Yeah." Marc trailed off, agreeing with Rai's words.
2010 ATB
Shooting Range, COSMOS Base, somewhere in Canada, Britannian Empire
Marc and the others COSMOS soldiers were seen in a shooting range, without their helmets and respirators in a ready stance. Nearby, Darlton was checking on the teenaged soldiers with a Britannian officer nearby to fire.
"Fire!" yelled Darlton, watching the soldiers fire the M-13s as they sidestepped left to right. Left to right. Left to right while firing their rifles. Left to right. It was a seemingly normal pattern for the child soldiers to conduct firearms training first thing in the morning.
"Stoppage!" Darlton shouted.
Immediately, the COSMOS soldiers seized firing their M-13s. Leaving them slinged on their right shoulders, they drew their Smith & Wesson M-50 pistols from their holsters without their laser sights turned on.
When the pistols were held in Weaver stances, the soldiers began to fire again. In the same pattern from left to right. Left to right. Left to right.
Unknown to the soldiers, watching from the safety of the upper floor and behind bulletproof glass were Schneizel and Clovis with Lloyd nearby. The three were being told of the situation at the shooting range by a COSMOS scientist in his early 40s with a labcoat worn over his brown suit, who was explaining to them about the process of how the unit is able to maintain manpower and their military training.
Watching the young soldiers fire and reload their weapons was Cécile, who was shocked to see Marc among the COSMOS soldiers as they cleared and reloaded their weapons before they were scheduled to conduct another firearms exercise with Darlton preciding over it.
Moments later, Madd appeared on the shooting range. Cécile was somehow a bit scared in seeing the bald-headed Irregulars officer, who was known in the ranks of the Britannian military to be a bit suspicious on rumors that he was either a cyborg or has his body parts mostly made up of cyborg parts.
She didn't know what to do, except to see Madd praising the COSMOS soldiers from behind the glass on their performance.
Clovis' Quarters, Governor-General's Palace, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"I can't believe this. I just can't believe this at all..."
Clovis, seated in a couch in front of a widescreen television and coffee table, decided to drown his sorrows for the entire night by drinking coffee as he went over reports of Bartley regarding the entire Shinjuku scenario.
"What am I going to do about this mess?" Clovis sighed, his long gloves and boots taken off since he was preparing to go to bed in a few minutes. He reclined back on his couch, wanting to forget the troubles that he had regarding the loss of his forces in the ghetto against a small bunch of right-wing guerrillas armed with AKs and RPG rocket launchers with antique Glasgows. The presence of Marc and the rest of the Lost Soldiers unannounced merely broke his morale down.
"God I need to do something about this!" Clovis massaged his temples, feeling pain coursing through them.
"Then it's a good thing that I came here to Area 11!"
Clovis turned his head around. He had heard a familiar feminine, but tough-sounding voice from inside his quarters.
"Ambrosia?" Clovis saw his half sister, Ambrosia li Britannia in the room with him. She was not accompanied by either Darlton or Guilford, under her instructions.
"I heard about your latest defeat, brother." Ambrosia told her half brother, not showing any concern for his troubles. "How very disappointing. Father would surely laugh at you for that. Even Lelouch himself would be laughing at you from the dead."
"It's not like that!" Clovis shouted at his older half sister in defense. "It's not like that at all." Damnit! Must she bring up Lelouch? He's one of the few stepbrothers in the family who can beat me in chess, aside from Schneizel.
"Hmmm?" Ambrosia lips turned to a smirk. "Do you want to amuse me on the reason for your defeat in the Shinjuku ghetto, my dear Clovis?"
"I was merely directing an anti-guerrilla operation against the NRA..." Clovis explained to Ambrosia, being careful to avoid any references to the pod stolen by Nagata and Kallen earlier in the day. "when these knightmares came to their aid and routed my forces. Not to mention some perpetrators being responsible for decimating my forces."
Ambrosia raised her right eyebrow, being curious as to how Clovis was defeated in the field. "What kind of knightmares out there?"
"One of them's the Lancelot Club made by Lloyd Asplund. Apparently stolen by unknown persons disguised as SAS."
"Ah..." Ambrosia was familiar with the Club. "You mean the one made by the Earl of Pudding?" Clovis sensed that his older stepsister did not like Lloyd in some way or another.
"There's another knightmare with it." Clovis continued with the explanation, showing her the photo of the Gekka Prototype standing outside his semi-damaged G-1 Base. "I'm not sure what it is, but MI5 thinks it's an Eleven-made knightmare."
"So these monkeys are now able to create a knightmare that can at par with our Sutherlands and Gloucesters?" Ambrosia eyed the Gekka Prototype angrily. "It looks they'll be a good challenge for Darlton and Guilford in the near future."
Clovis sighed, watching the news on the Britannian Broadcasting Corporation or better known as the BRBC. So far, they haven't reported on anything regarding his presence in the Shinjuku ghetto, with the exception of NRA guerrillas being able to use the ghetto to get away from police pursuit.
Outside Clubhouse, Ashford Academy, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11, Britannian Empire
"Looks like I made it in time for dinner with Nunnally and Cornelia."
Lelouch returned back to Ashford Academy, still wearing his school uniform, when it was starting to get dark. He was lucky that Cornelia, Nunnally and Sayoko were seen anywhere in the campus when Lelouch used the residential district of the school to avoid been seen by his classmates and teachers alike.
"I'm still safe after all." Lelouch said aloud to himself, about to claim victory in returning back safely. He flexed his arms and noted that somehow, they had gotten a bit muscular.
Whoever that C.C. lady is, I must thank her for giving me such a good geass. At least I won't be having a bad grade for my various PE classes, including the upcoming Track & Field one next week.
"What do you mean by safe, Mr. Lelouch Lamperouge?"
The brown-haired teenager suddenly became terrified by who was standing in front of the clubhouse.
"C-cornelia..." Lelouch stuttered the history teacher's name. He somehow was frightened and glad to see her at the same time.
"Surprised to see me?" Cornelia placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
"Umm..." Lelouch tried to figure out how to approach the situation. "I didn't mean to be so late, Cornelia. A lot of things had happened on the way back here."
"Really?" Cornelia was a bit, if not, amused by her younger half brother's attempt to explain his tardiness back to Ashford Academy.
"Um yeah." Lelouch laughed a bit, scratching the back of his head. "A lot of things did happen to me on the way back here."
"Then why don't you come inside and tell us all about it eh?" Cornelia grinned evilly at Lelouch. "I'm sure even Nunnally would want to hear your side of the story on your tardiness..."
Chapter 3 END
PS - Hope this chapter rocked as always! Let me know how it went, especially for mistakes. Please tell me where I did the mistake/s if they are there so's I can fix them. Thanks a lot. But do let me know if the action and all that's okay or not too. XD
I decided to go from Type 3F Gekka Pre-Production Test Type to Type 3F Gekka Prototype since it sounds fair, especially if it was made before the mass-produced Gekka that Todo and the Four Swords were using in the prison breakout scene in R1. Not to mention that it's a mouthful to say the former at least. I just don't like I have to say things that are a mouthful to me when I can just simplify them, with some exceptions. That's my opinion though. But you can feel free to disagree on this minor issue if you disagree with it. (I'd like to see if anyone's going to disagree with that part. I'm kinda curious.) Hope you guys enjoyed Mark Nemo from NoN. I just made her use of the blonde knives a little more...cool I guess.
I'm sure that by now, most of you have already heard about the Mumbai terrorist attacks carried out against Westeners and tourist areas. Like with the rest of the civilized world, I'm disgusted by the attacks and how they were carried out. My thoughts and prayers are with the victims, as with a wouded fellow countryman of mine.
Some of the parts here are based on Metal Gear Online, mostly on the radio calls and all that. I hope someone recognizes them.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to update again this month. Hopefully I can before I have to go back to the good old Philippines for my Christmas break. If not, then I wish you guys an early happy holidays. But I wish I could at least do the fourth chapter.
As for the issue of pairings, I'm still torn with Lelouch and either Cornelia and Kallen. If I can do it (who knows), I'll have Lelouch take them both as wives. And perhaps I'll do a Cecile/OC. I'll try to work on this pairing since Cecile needs some loving aside from Lloyd. Well, if someone can do a Lelouch/Cecile, it would rock my day.