Stage Three The Journey West

Several Days later

In front of the governor general's office, a luxury vehicle pulls up to the curbside with a Britannian Dignitaries logo on the front mounted flags. A soldier walks over to the door, and opens it revealing a beautiful woman with blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. A pair of glasses rest over her eyes while she disembarks. "Doctor Avalon, we weren't expecting you to arrive." The woman waved her hand to the soldier and sighed deeply. "Take me to Cornelia, I'm here to ask her about something." The soldier nodded, and started off towards the doorway with Avalon walking slowly behind him. She glared at the tall building and pulled off her glasses. "Such a beautiful country ruined by the hands of Britannia…why do we service such a cruel nation for now?"

The lone Doctor Avalon stands in the center of the large lobby with several people staring at her. She was in her mid twenties, and was the chief of the widely acknowledged Avionics division of the Avalon Industries. Also her efforts in experimental Avionics allowed for some breakthroughs with the second Prince Schneizel's airborne fleet. The reasons for her being in Area Eleven was unknown to any of the spokespersons for the corporation, it is rumored that talks were underway to return the youngest Avalon, Feite to Britannia.

At the top of the stairwell, Cornelia descended the stairs with a smile appearing on her face. "Its odd to see you outside your laboratory Azalea." Azalea looked up at the Governor General Cornelia Li Britannia and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm saddened that you're not out pushing the Gloucester my princess." Azalea let out a bow shortly after with a smirk growing on her face. Cornelia let out a scoff while she stopped after taking the final step down the staircase. "You still have a snakes tongue Azalea, why are you in Area Eleven?" Azalea looked around at the various mixed staff at the lobby. Some were Britannian, and others Honorary Citizen workers. "This would be best discussed in closed doors, this is personal business." Cornelia looked over at Azalea's gestures. It wasn't hard to tell, but whenever a Britannian Royal member was approached by a Avalon Family Member it was either about a new weapon or something personal. She turned her back to Azalea and flipped her cape. "Very well, Let us have this discussion in my office."

A servant pours two cups of tea and places the pot to the side before bowing to the princess and the good doctor. "Will this be all milady?" Cornelia waved her hand and nodded while the Servant made her exit out of the office. After the doors closed behind her, Cornelia glared over to the seated Azalea. "What is it you wanted to discuss?" Azalea took hold of her cup, and took a sip before her menacing eyes look up at Cornelia. "It's about my youngest sister..." Cornelia gave her a disturbed look while she let out a smile. "That decision has already been decided, Feite is restricted from returning to the mainland. She will live and die out here to see the world change." Azalea let out a small laugh while lightly putting her tea down. "Have the years away fighting on the fronts in Area 18 changed your will? This is not my friend that fought so valiantly for my sister to at least escape with her life to here. Tell me Cornelia, do you really believe that Feite should rot here in Area Eleven marry some Honorary Britannian, and die a lonely death away from her family, and those that were close to her?" Cornelia rubbed her temple, and stared down at a picture sitting at the corner of her desk. "Does that picture sitting there mean anything?" Azalea glares at the picture with protest burning inside her eyes. Cornelia cleared her throat, and glanced back at Azalea with the same fierce look. "Azalea, what would you do if I allowed Feite to leave Area 11? She isn't allowed to enter Britannia." Azalea crossed her arms over her chest. "We are going on a sightseeing trip to India. My father has allowed me to visit old friends there, and Feite needs to see more of the world outside of this Area Eleven. Since the Emperor robbed her of the ability to serve as a Knight, allow her to follow me to India." Cornelia took a sip of her tea, and looked out the window. "India? So you're going into Chinese Territory? What friends could you possibly have there…" She scoffed and waved her hand. "You have permission, I'll have preparations met for you. It was nice to see you again Azalea." Azalea finished her tea, and placed the cup on the nearby cart. "Its always a pleasure, Cornelia…"

Feite smacked a paddle at a ping pong ball making it wiz past Kallen causing her to stumble in the grass. "Wah!" Suzaku caught her by the shoulders and let out a light laugh. "Are you okay?" Kallen looked up at him with blush on her cheeks and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine…" Feite let out a mocking laugh and pointed her finger at the pair. "Well it seems I'm too great for you two combined! Even with my partner nose deep in a book I'm Queen." Lelouch turned the page in his book, and sighed while a paddle was tucked into his pocket. "You talk too much Feite, Suzaku will find a way to beat you." Kallen glared over at Feite while she let out a weakened sigh. "My, it must be wonderful with so much talent Feite…" Suzaku let out a nod, while he gripped the paddle. "It's amazing, but we'll manage to beat those two!"

Watching the match from the distance lawn furniture Milly laid back on a sunbathing chair fanning herself. "My my those two are quite the team, the jovial Feite, and disinterested Lulu. They look like a perfect team…" She looked over her shoulder to see Shirley sipping her milkshake at an alarming pace. "Shirley?" Shirley let out a loud yell while she touched her forehead. "Ouch, did you say anything President." Milly gave her a gloomy smile, and sat up. "Are you jealous of Feite?" Shirley waved her hands with a smile on her face. "No, as a matter of fact they are just friends!" Milly sat up and hid most of her face behind the fan. "I heard Lelouch was engaged to Feite-chan yesterday."

Suzaku's eyes widen while the paddle flies out of his hand and slams into Feite's face. While Feite falls backwards everyone stares over at Milly. Lelouch glares with a fire in his eye, while Milly rubs the back of her head. "I was only joking!" Shirley's face was completely red, the time they spent together almost made it true to her ears. Kallen looked over at Feite while she sat up rubbing her face. Suzaku rushed over and let out a smile. "Are you okay Feite?" Feite glared up at him with a bruise on her forehead. "I'm going to get you back for this!" Suzaku leaped back to his feet and started to run off while Feite started to give chase. "You can't catch me!"

Lelouch stared at the pair running after each other and started to walk away. "What a pair of idiots." He closed his book and tucked it away in his pocket. Kallen let out a smile, while Feite's energetic yells make an ambiance. "She's very interesting, I'm glad that you have a friend like her Lelouch." Lelouch looked over at Kallen and shrugged his shoulders. "Feite has always been like this, I'm immune to her ways." Kallen looked over with a confused look on her face and shrugged her shoulders. "President, why did you say such a thing?" Lelouch stopped a few feet from Milly in her swimsuit. His cheeks turn red slightly while he gulps. "Well, look at her, her breasts are nice and round. Her butt is well defined, and her body is slim. What is there not to like Lulu. Feite is a perfect woman for you…" Lelouch shakes his head, while trying to keep the image out of his head. "Stop it President!" Milly continues to fill Lelouch with vivid imagery while Shirley also jumps in. "President you're talking like a perverted old man again!"

After minutes of an argument, Feite sits in a small turtle inflation tube in the schools pool. She wore a two piece suit that made her body a little more alluring than before. Shirley wore the schools swimming suit as did Kallen. "Why are you always wearing such daring outfits Feite?" Feite looked over with a pair of sunglasses on her face. "Because I have a good body, what's wrong with advertising it?" Shirley rubbed her hair in a furious manner before sighing. "You're exactly like Milly…." Kallen let out a smile, while she splashed her feet in the water. "Feite do you have any plans for the future?" Shirley turned towards Feite while shaking her head. "No, right now I'm deciding to go to University, or a housewife would be a good job." Kallen gasped, as did Shirley while Milly let out a laugh. "There is no way I could see you wearing an apron greeting…" Milly stopped to see Lelouch glaring at her from his book. "I wont say it okay Lelouch." Suzaku looks over from a few feet away with a beach ball. "I think it suits Feite the most, all adventurous people have to settle down sometime." Feite laid her head back and sighed. "I have no time to settle down just yet. Plus there's no one that can match my sheer tenacity!"

"That is if it's not me little sister." Azalea stood at the side of the pool with the sleeves of her blouse rolled up and her back resting against the wall. Feite turned slightly while her eyes widen. "Azalea? What are you doing here?" Azalea let out a smile and pointed at her. "We're going to India." Lelouch looked over at Azalea with a pair of chaotic eyes. She could provide his group with connections, but with the Avalon-Group already supplying weapons to the rebel grounds it could already be in the works. After-all with a little research, India was a nation with a large amount of anti-Britannian sentiments. "India? What do you mean by that?" Azalea waved over to Milly and walked to the edge. "Father wants us to inspect the land and find a decent location for a manufacturing facility. I suggest you get ready, our flight leaves soon." She tapped on her watch while Milly looked over. She waved back to Azalea, but her energetic personality faded. Azalea was perhaps the polar opposite of Feite, her eyes alone could cause a normal person to freeze in place. "India, but what about school Feite?" Azalea turned over to Shirley, and scoffed. "I have all her assignments all ready for her. Now let's go Feite…" Shirley pouted while Suzaku shook his head from the distance. "I hope you have a fun time Feite." Feite uneasily turned to Suzaku, and nodded. She had no idea why Azalea would show up, and want to go to India. Perhaps it had something to do with their conversation several weeks ago.

Feite stands in the room and pulls a shirt over her head. "Why are you here Azalea?" Azalea looked around the room, and let out a groan. "Old Man Ashford is making you stay in this dorm room? It's a bit small I'll have a talk with grandpa when I see him…" Feite let out a disappointed sigh, while she pulled up her skirt. "Did you hear me?" Azalea moved her hands against her hips and grinned. "We're going to India to show you something. Lets say I managed to retrieve the data from the pair of Sutherland that was abandoned in Saitama. One of them had bad data, and one matches you perfectly. You have an interest in Knightmare Frames right? I have some that you will like to test. Now get dressed, and pack a few things. We're going to be in India for at least a week and a half."

In the locker room, Shirley stands under a shower while she looks over at the stall to the right of hers. "Milly, Feite is usually so charismatic. Why did she go ahead and leave so prematurely from our party?" Milly looked down at the sponge in her hand and started to rub it alongside her arms. "Azalea is a very demanding woman, it's rumored that she is on par in wits with Schneizel himself in terms of persistence. Also with her tongue alone, she has managed to get out of any arranged marriage her father has put her through. I guess it's because she's a graduate of the Institute of technology, and the Royal Strategist Academy." Shirley gasped while she looked over at the wall separating the pair. "Wow, I didn't know Feite's family has so many respectable people. I always thought she was like us. Speaking of which how do you know all this Milly?" Milly looked down while she let out a laugh. "Oh, you didn't know, Feite- and I are relatives." Shirley lowered her head, and let out a groan. It made so much sense now, their personalities were completely alike. Their hair color and every aspect of the two were similar. "After hearing you say that everything makes sense."

In the courtyard, Feite stands wearing a simple pair of jeans, and a buttoned white blouse. A suitcase is pulled behind her while Azalea looks over with her arms crossed. "What do you two want?" She glares over at Suzaku, and Lelouch. "We just wanted to see her off. That is if it's okay." Azalea looked over at Lelouch and smiled to herself. "I see that will be the most opportune time to do so. Make it quick, time is short Feite." Feite bowed her head while Azalea walked off towards the gateway. Suzaku and Lelouche's backs stand up straight from the cold words from the elder sister. "Is she really related to you Feite?" Feite let out an uneasy laugh, and nodded. "Yeah, she's the first borne, so she has a lot of quirks. So will you to be okay while I'm gone?" Lelouch let out a small chuckle, and turned to his side. "We would be better off without you, but it would get boring." Suzaku let out a laugh and patted Lelouch on the backside making him lose balance. "I knew you would add that! Have fun Feite, take pictures for us!" He pauses for a moment, and reaches into his pocket. "I have to take this, I'll talk to you later." Lelouch waves his hand and gives a firm glance at Feite.

"Why are you going to India?" Lelouch put his hands into his pockets. He almost regretted using his Geass earlier, but Feite was one of the only people he trusted. Feite let out a smile, and shrugged her shoulders. "What does a Knight ride upon? The beast isn't a horse, and its frame is quite armored." Lelouch looked over at her with a shocked look on his face. "A riddle?" Feite let out a smile and kissed her fingers and moved them tapping Lelouch against the cheek. "You'll find out soon enough. See you in two weeks P1." Lelouch shook his head, and scoffed at Feite. "There is no prince piece on a chess board." Feite looked down at the setting sun and smiled. "Because that "prince" piece alone was cast away."

Azalea let out a smile while Feite walked past the gateway towards the waiting limousine. "Did you say your passionate farewell to the discarded prince?" Feite glared over at Azalea with a fierce look in her eyes. "My, don't you have a frightful look. I guess you did, well shall we head towards the place where it will ironically change your Fate?" Feite looked at the vehicle, while the driver walks out of the vehicle. "I'm ready to go, I'm tired of seeing this pitiful city."

Several hours later, a shuttle bearing the logo of the Avalon family goes in for a landing at an undisclosed facility in the Chinese Federation controlled India. The facility was partially underground with a modern landing strip build in the center of a few buildings. Azalea stand in the front sipping from a glass of wine while Feite was fast asleep with her arms wrapped in a blanket. She looked over at her younger sister, and stared at the facility. "Hopefully with what I will give you will allow you to regain your freedom. Also something to support a mutual friend that you are better acquainted with."

The shuttle landed on the central strip where a barebones staff waiting from them at the far end of the tarmac. The shuttle's door opened while Azalea walked over to the fast asleep Feite. She lightly shook her shoulder and leaned into her ear. "We've arrived Feite, now its time to wake up and begin." Feite's eyes slowly open while she let out a light yawn. "We're already here…" She grumbled for a moment, and got out of the seat. Azalea started off towards the doorway. "Please follow me, we don't have much time…" Feite rubbed her eyes and walked to the exit.

At the bottom of the stairwell, an Indian scientist known worldwide as Rakshata Chawla stand beside her fellow scientists. A smile appears on her face while she removes the tobacco pipe from her mouth. "It's been quite a long time, did you bring the pilot?" Azalea let out a small laugh, and pulled off her glasses. "Yes, as a matter of fact I've brought the one you'd need to complete that machine you call the Guren." Feite stands at the top of the stairwell, and looks down at Rakshata. "So I'm to test out machines for whom Azalea." Azalea looked over her shoulder, and smiles. "For the Japanese… we've received quite a contribution from Kyoto House to develop a series of custom Knightmare Frames for them. I don't know much about Japanese ashtetics, so Rakshata is helping us out." Rakshata studied Feite while she reached the tarmac and smiled. "I wonder if she'll be able to handle our Guren." Feite shook her head, and sighed. "Okay, what is this Guren you keep talking about." Rakshata clapped her hands while her staff start to move to the nearby access panel. "We'll speak of this in a second." The runway at their feet starts to rumble with mechanical gears while it starts to move down into the earth.

Deep inside the facility, Azalea wears a lab coat of a scientist while standing in the middle of a darkened room. Feite walks in from the doorway behind only to look around for her sister. "Azalea where are you? It's so dark in here." She tugs at the collar of the pilot suit given to her. It was a little constricting, but it would allow easier movement inside a Knightmare. "I'm over here Feite, but let me introduce to you to the Guren…" She paused while a light flashed on a reddish Knightmare frame with yellow highlights. Its left arm mounted a large claw shaped arm while its right held more of a modest limb. "This is the Guren Mark II, made by Rakshata and her team. However you will be testing that, but I want you to view this." Another light flashes on a more modest looking Knightmare frame. It was kneeled over on its knees with its cockpit hatch open. It was a design that had not been seen before. Its armor was a pristine white, with black highlights. It was slightly larger than the Guren, and had no Landspinner on its feet. Feite gasps at the sight of the two new weapons, and she tugs on her gloves. "This is the Voulge, a machine that has been built from the ground up on your combat data." Feite couldn't say much after seeing the two machines. She stood in shock seeing how two machines could be built without Britannia knowing. Rakshata's laugh filled the hanger while she walked up from behind. "So what do you say? Will you help us get these two models in top shape?" Feite let out a smile, and nodded. "How could I say no?"

Moments later, Feite lets out an annoyed expression while she was seated in the cockpit of the Voulge. Several wires were connected to her suit, and face to monitor any changes in brain wave patterns and medical condition of the body. The cockpit sealed around the pilot while the fully digital system booted up. The controls were different, the layout alone was more technological than even the unit mounted in a Gloucester. This machine was truly a marvel in Knightmare Frame mechanics. The system booted up, and a laser beam shined across Feite's eye. "Pilot confirmed, Feite Alva Avalon. System Boot up confirmed." A computerized voice started up the machine while a schematic flashed on several monitors.

The cockpit sealed up while the Voulge stood to its feet. Its frame exerts a compressed amount of heat from its vents while its eyes flash. Feite grips the controls while she stares at the data on the monitors. "This system is completely digital…it uses advanced sensors, instead of a fact sphere?" Azalea touched the blue tooth communicator and nodded. "Yes, but let me warn you about it. Due to the complex design, it doesn't have a traditional ejection system. It however if you're looking at it you know this thing is about a hundred times more powerful than the latest Gloucester." Rakshata tapped her pipe against an ash tray and smirked. "It's on par with the white armor seen in Britannian hands. Azalea's unit is geared towards an all-ranged model. The Guren is a close combat model, and the size is one of the major differences."

Several tests were currently underway while the Voulge was shut down for a backup data extraction. Feite sat on a cargo container with a towel on her shoulders. The machine technologically was a masterpiece with advanced ECM, and various other gadgets that could prove an excellent use for the Black Knights. Feite however knew that Azalea wouldn't let anyone use the Voulge except for her. The system boasts biometric systems that make it nearly impossible to compromise if captured. The manual was extremely detailed, and with only a week and a half to memorize it.

"So are you ready to test out my Guren?" Rakshata looks over while Feite looks up with sweat running down her cheeks. She had not been subjected to this type of training since the academy. Feite grabs the nearby water bottle and takes a gulp. Rakshata puts her hands on her hips, and lets out a small laugh. "A little much on the first day?" Feite ran her arm over her lips wiping off the excess water and getting to her feet. "No, Bring it on…"

Feite walked over to the Guren and climbed up the arm to the cockpit mounted behind its head. The canopy opened revealing its strange motorbike styled cockpit design. She couldn't stop but let out a small laugh at the design. Being Britannian any other design was hard to get accustomed to. "Okay, this is going to be tough." She climbs in and inserts the start up key. The Knightmare Frame starts to come to life with its internal components lighting up.

"Look at this data, at least we know its active. But we'll need to get the data for combat, and mobility. We only have a small time to complete our projects Rakshata." Azalea looked at the computer and stared at the data. "So, this Radiant Surger is a directed radiation generator am I right?" Rakshata nods, while her arms were firmly crossed over her chest. "Is the shielding adequate to prevent the pilot from dying? The heat alone will cause a lot of pressure to a pilot if its not properly calculated." Rakshata waved her hand and nodded. "Check the data, you'll find out that the compensation is automatic."

Feite stared at the data, and smiled the unit mounted some unique technology. The item that intrigued her was the Radiant Surger, but the motorbike seat was too uncomfortable. The posture alone was a tad revealing with her rear constantly up. Even inside a cockpit, Feite was a little self conscious. "So, are we getting decent data?" The Guren's head turned towards the two pair of scientists. Azalea waved her hand and nodded. "Yes, but that's all we're going to do for today. We just wanted to activate the two units, now were going ot use the data we collected to fix a few bugs. How about you go to the mess hall, and get something to eat?"

The cafeteria was a long walk away in the hanger where the two Knightmare were being tested, but Feite was already starting to feel a deep hunger from just activating the two units. Both were well crafted, and the start up was very brief in each unit. However, the hunger was building up inside the stomach of this young student.

It took her several minutes, only to arrive into an well lit room with several benches. A few workers were seated with researchers eating and chatting socially to one another. Feite entered to a few stares before they turned back to what they were originally doing. The looks were completely different from the ones she had felt back in Britannia, or in Area Eleven. They were indifferent; a welcomed feeling opposed to the general malicious stares given by those that knew why Feite was in Britannia.

Without much more time wasted in this hungered stated, Feite walked over to the counter and waited for the cook to notice her. Her fingers tapped alongside the polished top cover while the cook slowly turned over and smiled. His arms moved rapidly putting a half ball of rice into a bowl, and pouring spicy smelling curry on top. Feite gulped for a moment while she started to sweat even before takng a bite. She was a little uneasy about spicy food, but it would seem the cafeteria was more or less a voluntary job that changed cooks day after day.

Taking her curry in hand Feite crossed over to the table, and gulped at the meal in front of her. She had never had true Indian curry before, and it smelled exactly like it was described. Being an amateur chef by smell alone Feite was able to pick out the fact that it was spicy. "This isn't going to be good, but I need to keep my strength up…" Gathering her courage, she swished her spoon in a glass of cold water before taking the first bite of the curry. She held a straight face for a moment before the heat ignited on her tongue. Her eyes widen while she grips the water, and gulps it down.

Hours pass on while Feite walks alongside the wall with her arms over her stomach. Her face was pale from the over spiced meal. Her feet lazily brush across the floor while Azalea came into sight. "Oh Feite, you didn't eat the curry die you?" Feite looked up with an angered face, but her body was already too weak to even move. Azalea shook her head and put her hands against her hips. "You can't stand spicy foods, why did you even eat it?" Feite's stomach gurgled while she covered her mouth with both hands. Azalea rushed over quickly and ran with Feite to the nearest restroom.

Outside the stall, Azalea leans against the door with her arms crossed. In the background Feite continues to throw up the food she eat earlier. Her stomach was always a tad weak when handling spicy foods. Azalea shook her head while looking up at the ceiling. "So, are you done yet? Or are you on a diet?" Feite walked out of the stall and stumbled slightly. "Shut up, oohh somebody shoot me…" She gripped the side of the sink; staring into the bowl while water started to automatically exit. "Every day, we have a different part of the research team cook a meal. The guy today always makes a spicy meal, but it was too late to tell you. You just rushed off." Feite washed off her face, and turned back to her elder sister. "Azalea, how will we collect data if both units are secured underground?" Azalea let out a smile, and shrugged her shoulders. "This whole area is controlled by Longinus, our mother's shadow corporation. This land is considered a no fly zone, and due to Britannia fearing the Chinese Federation their spy satellites won't reach here." Feite looked over her shoulder, while she grabbed a towel off the nearby countertop. "Mom's maiden name?" Azalea walked over to the doorway, "The holy spear, the weapon that decorates our family crest alongside a wing." She let out a small laugh, and shook her head.

The next few days went along as they were planned by both Rakshata, and Azalea. The Guren excelled perfectly on the agility courses with Feite at its helm. The Knightmare Frame itself with its odd cockpit didn't even affect Feite's skill while she effortlessly pushed the machine to its limits. The Guren itself was starting to show signs of wear from the reckless fighting style of Feite alone. Its large Radiant Surger Arm Type One was already showing signs of cracking from the overuse and pressure.

Rakshata lied on her red sofa that had been placed out by her various underlings while she smoked from her tobacco pipe. The damaged Guren stood on the surface elevator with its type one arm in shambles. To say the least this Indian researcher was surprised to see that her machine was pushed to the limit. The data was remarkable with the flaws, and various other errors in its OS to be corrected before it would be shipped to Japan for use by the Kyoto House.

"She is remarkable; it's a godsend that Britannia disposed of such an excellent pilot." Rakshata sat up from her resting position and leaned on the arm of the sofa. She let out a smile, while Feite was kneeled down catching her breath. Unlike many others, this sole pilot had caught her eye. Azalea crossed her arms while she held a data pad in her arms. "A lot of parts need to be replaced, think we should attach the type II arm? This old one can't keep up with Feite's use of your Radiant Surger. Also the Landspinner are shredded along with various parts of the armor." She paused for a moment, "Rakshata have you ever thought of what would have happened if the colonist won their revolution?" Rakshata tapped her pipe on the side of the computer empting the ashes onto the concrete. "I try not to think about it, but it would have made Britannia much different than it is today. But we cannot dwell in the past, let's get the Guren into the hanger…"

A week quickly passed by with Feite pushing both Voulge and Guren to their maximum power in a simulated environment. The data from these tests were more than enough, but combat data was necessary to create a much better design. Without that, the projects would fail and collect dust. Feite was pushed to the breaking point in this week and a half journey to India. The exhaustion was visible in her face while she sat in the passenger seat of a jeep. Azalea was driving while they passed by some wondrous sights. "Why are we sightseeing now?" Feite sipped form a water bottle while holding her long brimmed hat on her head. Azalea continued to follow the long stretch of roadway. "You are exhausted, and I can't have you return to Area Eleven in that state. Cornelia would suspect something, as would your friends."

The last day in India was a breathtaking one with various sites visited, and wondrous non-spicy local delicacies consumed. Feite was starting to recharge her batteries, but it wouldn't be long before Lelouch would plot another Black Knights appearance before Cornelia. The main reason for the acquisitioning of Knightmare fames could mean that something big was underway for the Black Knights. Feite couldn't possible figure out anything, but surely Lelouch would fill her in once she had returned.

Feite had a slightly more of a tan on her body while she disembarked the jeep back at the Longinus facility. The private jet was sitting on the tarmac, with several fuel cords refueling it for its flight back to Area Eleven. The sun was starting to set on the horizon while Rakshata walked over to the pair holding Feite's book bag. She stared at her bag with an intense look for the two weeks away from school Feite didn't do any part of her makeup work. It would take the plane several hours to get to Area Eleven, and it would mean Feite would have to try to quickly do all her work.

"Feite, you shouldn't forget this, but due to Azalea's orders I had my subordinate do all your homework. You should at least proofread most of it. Since knowing you for two weeks make me believe that you're not the type to get perfect grades." Rakshata let out a warm smile, and handed the bag forward to her. Feite grabbed it and pulled it over her shoulder. "Thank you, I was just about to sweat bullets. It was nice to meet you. It was an adventure getting into a Knightmare again; I hope the Guren is used well against Britannia." Rakshata looked over at the crate being loaded into a nearby hanger. She crossed her arms over her chest, and let out a laugh. "I hope Kyoto House doesn't ruin it on its first Sortie. That unit took me a while to make. Also, if you hadn't come to India I doubt I'd be able to have all its bugs worked out. The only thing is that Voulge Azalea made…"

Azalea stood beside a few dock crews waving her arm while dictating orders to her subordinates. The crate being loaded beside the G marked crated carried the Voulge. It was also being sent over to Kyoto House, but it would be given specifically to the Black Knights with certain Biometric data still inside the unit's computer. "Will it be enough to support the Guren MK II in battle?" Feite looked over, and let out a smile. "Don't worry it will be enough. The Biometric data is still inside the Voulge, that machine is for the Black Knights." Rakshata let out a smile, and sighed lowered her arms to her hips. "Well then I guess you'll be going through quite a lot in Area Eleven."

Within moments, the private jet was on its way back to Area Eleven with only Feite on board the jet. Azalea would be staying in India to help Rakshata on another research project. She didn't tell Feite about any of the specifics, but it was something that would be worthwhile in the future. Feite sat back in the comfortable chair, and sipped from a wine glass filled with Orange Juice. Her body ached from the tests, but the small trip taken with Azalea was slightly relaxing. "I'm finally Returning home…" She paused for a moment while she paused momentarily. "Home…why am I calling that Area a home, its more of a prison."

Hours into the flight the private jet entered the airspace of the Britannian forces. Within moments, due to the increased terrorist attacks in the area, the shuttle was escorted by Britannian Air Forces upon reaching the landmass. Feite let out a yawn while she looked out the window at the fighter flying beside it. "We're bring escorted?" A stewardess walked by and leaned forward. "Yes, there is an increased alert in this area, so it was ordered that all private jets be escorted by Britannian military. We're also going to be subject to a search once we land at the settlement." Feite let out a sigh and rubbed her temple. "What a troublesome area we are in am I right?" The stewardess let out a small laugh. "I would say its quite adventurous for us to be in this area. It's somewhat exciting, but being around Azalea hardens your nerves to this sort of action." She held out her hand motioning for the empty wine glass sitting in the cup holder. "Do you wish for me to get you another? We will be landing soon."

Feite shook her head while she started to look through the various notebooks in her bag. "No thanks, I'm fine thank you." The stewardess bowed her head, and walked off into the nearby cabin. Her hands moved through the various paperwork, and text. She eventually pulls out a folder, and looks at the thick essay that was written for her about her chemistry class. "This is going to be quite a read…" She shook her head, and started to read the first few pages.

At the airport, Cornelia waits with Euphemia the terminal had once again been reserved for the arrival of Feite. This time it was somewhat disguised as a dignitaries arrival opposed to the return of an exiled youth. Cornelia turned over to Euphemia and let out a slight smile. "What is wrong Euphemia? You seem a little uneasy." Euphemia looked up with a shocked look. "Sister, I don't know what to say, its been so long since we've seen Feite." Cornelia let out a sigh, and put her hands on her hips. "You should address me as Governor General here Euphemia. We have titles to uphold for a reason." Euphemia let out a nod, and bowed her head. "I'm sorry sister, but it has been awhile hasn't it?" Cornelia shook her head, and sighed. "Yes, it has…."

The terminal slowly attached to the private jet's hatch, and Feite rose to her feet pulling her school bag over her shoulder. She moved a few strands of her hair out of her face while walking towards the exit. An uneasy expression was spread on her face. The emotion was riled up by the contains of the essay, it was well written, but Feite wasn't much of a honor system in chemistry. She would have to rewrite most of the content before it was due. Feite reached the end of the corridor to spot a most troublesome sight. "Welcome back to Area Eleven."

Cornelia stood with Euphemia both of them staring at Feite with a mixed look. Euphemia took a few steps, and held out her hand. "Its been quite a while, I'm glad to see that you are healthy." Feite was relieved that she wasn't being arrested, and reacted accordingly. She extended her hand and gripped Euphemia's hand shaking it softly. "I'm glad that you still are prettier than I princess I'm jealous." Euphemia's cheeks redden slightly while Cornelia took a few steps toward the pair. "Where is Azalea?" Feite looked back at the terminal, and shook her head. "Azalea had a few more things to do over in India. Apparently one of her old friends had visited at the same time as us. Knowning my sister, she's always changing her mind, despite being strict enough to enforce a rigorous travel schedule." She paused and let out a smile. "Its always a pleasure to see you Princess Cornelia."

Cornelia turned her back to Feite, and looked over her shoulder. "You will have dinner with us, so please follow us. I'll have Guilford retrieve your bags. Now let's go." Euphemia let out a smile, and started to walk rather elegantly after her sister. Feite however seemed to walk differently in her more lax stature. Most of the security that was at this end of the terminal was staring at her short skirt. Feite pretty much fit into the three in terms of look alone. Being greeted personally by a member of the Royal Family was always a nice sight. "Hurry up, or we'll leave you behind." Feite put her arms behind her head and sighed. "Yes!"

Inside the back of a limousine Feite sits with her legs crossed her arms behind her head. Cornelia glared over at her and growled. "Sit formally, or has becoming a student at a commoner's school degraded your manners." Feite let out a slight pout, and lowered her hands moving them to her lap. She raised her chin and straightened her back. "Yes, my lord." Euphemia covered her mouth and let out a small laugh. "Feite your face is so funny…" Cornelia rested her chin on her balled fist, while letting out a disgusted sigh. "Do whatever you wish…." Feite rubbed her shoulder, and let out a smile. "I used to make you laugh all the time when I would visit the imperial palace with my mother." Cornelia looked over with a nod, and smiled. "You were very much the same person. I couldn't say I was Jealous."

In the separate vehicle behind the limousine a luxury sports utility vehicle rides closely behind. Dalton sat behind the wheel while Guilford sat in the seat next to him. "So what do you think about her?" Guildford looks over and straightened his back. He was daydreaming, and seemed to have been caught off guard. "Who do you mean Dalton?" He let out a small laugh, and looked up ahead. "That girl that Cornelia and Euphemia are fond about." Guilford took off his glasses and rubbed a soft cloth against the lenses. "She's capable, I've seen no one with a tongue that walked away after speaking to the princess on such casual terms. I don't see why the Empire would exile a girl with such connections." Dalton shook his head and let out a laugh. "That's not what I was thinking. She's a beautiful girl with a decent pedigree of Britannian Lineage. Since no-one has asked her hand, maybe one of my sons would take a chance at her." Guilford rubbed his temple while he pointed up head. "The princess is dining at that restaurant, please take the next turn." Dalton's laugh filled the car once more while the S.U.V. pulled down the freeway ramp.

In the streets, a young man tramples through a water filled ravine wearing a strand white medical pajamas. His medium length spiked hair is wet alongside his face while a pair of blue eyes stares out from the various strands. "Where am I?" He touches his forehead while a surge of pain flows through his body. His arms quickly move to grip his sides causing him to fall to his knees.

The water splashes around him, but quickly becomes clear showing his full reflection in the shallow waters. His hand moves to touch the side of his face, while he shakes his face in confusion. His memories were in shambles, and only moments ago he had escaped from a strange institute disguised as a hospital. The nurses there and the doctors were horrible, and by only chance he escaped without being detected. The young man groaned in a small amount of pain while he rose to his feet, and started to run alongside the ravine towards some lights in the distance.

Milly walked alongside the sidewalk holding a bag of groceries for her latest student council event while she hummed a tune to a popular song. She let out a small groan and looked up at the starlit sky. "Feite-chan still hasn't come back from India yet, she was supposed to be home already…" Milly continued forward to hear a small amount of rustling from the bushes on the side. She jumps slightly and looks over to see the white haired teenager fall onto the side walk. "A pervert?" Milly looked over with a look then shook her head. The white haired escapee looked up weakly at Milly and before he could finish his words he passed out. "Are you okay? What did you say?" She places her bag of groceries down and flips her mobile open.

Hours later, Feite sits in the back of a SUV with Guilford, and Dalton in front. She has her hands crossed over her lap while she rests back in the seat. "Ms. Avalon, may I ask you a question?" Feite looked over at the older looking man with the scar over his nose. "Yes, but it better not be something personal." Guilford shook his head and looked at the scenery. "It's nothing like that at all. I wanted to ask you if you'd like to meet one of my sons." Feite's cheeks turned red while she looked away slightly embarrassed. "Sons? But aren't you…." She closed her mouth and her fingers grip tightly at her skirt. Dalton let out a laugh, and shook his head. "My son's are adopted, but they carry my name. I would like for you to meet one of them. You are a woman of prestigue, and you should be treated as one despite your troubled history." Feite let out a small laugh, and regained her composure. "I guess everyone knows my history, but is your son man enough to keep up with me?" Guilford's eyes widen while he turns to the side. Dalton shook his head, and let out a laugh. "You really are friends of the Royal Family, your personality alone is unique."

The sports vehicle parks in front of the Ashford Academy and Feite exits the passenger seat while Guilford holds the door for her. He bows formally while she lets out a mocking laugh. "You really don't need to show me any respect. I'm just a commoner Knight Guilford, it should be me who is bowing to you." Guilford shook his head and closed the door lightly. "No, you are a friend of my princess, so I must show proper respect. Let me get your bags." Feite crossed her arms and let out a laugh while Guilford returned with the two bags of luggage. "Do you want me to carry these for you?" Feite shook her head, and pulled the extendable rods from the two bags. "I can roll them back to my dorm room, I don't want anyone thinking that I'm involved with you kind Knight." Guilford's back stiffened while Feite waved her hand with a laugh. "I'm joking, you're much to serious Lord Guilford. I guess it is goodbye, and I'm still thinking about it Lord Dalton." Dalton let out a nod, and motioned for Guilford to enter the vehicle. "We will be off then, take care of yourself Lady Avalon." Feite entered the school grounds and stopped for a moment to catch a glimpse at everything before walking to her dormitory.

Feite walked down the hallway to a bunch of fellow students who quickly offered their greetings before heading into their rooms. Most of them were already wearing pajamas while Feite was still wearing her attire from arriving from India. She felt a little lightheaded, and faked a smile all the way to her room. A few notes were already piled up. Most of which were letters from the mainland, and others were notes sent by Milly. She quickly gathered them while Milly appeared out of the bathroom down the hall. She stretches her arms out while she adjusts the towel on her head. "Ah?"

Feite opened her door slightly, and looked over to spot Shirley. "Shirley?" Shirley let out a smile, and rushed over to Feite grabbing her hand in the process. "Its glad to see that you're back here! How was India?" Feite couldn't possibly tell Shirley about the tour of the research lab or the testing out of the pair of Knightmare Frames, but luckily the last day spent sightseeing was of worthy note. "I went to see a few old archeological digs with my sister, it was very fun we spent a few days with her friend that was at the site." Shirley stared at her with a confused look on her face. She had no idea what Feite was talking about. "Um…that's great to hear! So, anything exciting happen?" Feite shook her head and looked over at Shirley's reaction. "No, there isn't anything more to add…I'm a little jet lagged." Shirley let out a small laugh and waved her hand. "Well I'm going to bed, Milly wants us to gather at the student council building tomorrow." Feite let out a small nod, and waved goodbye before entering her room.

Feite dropped her bags and her skirt quickly fell to the floor while she threw her shirt onto the floor. She quickly walked over to her bed and fell onto the sheets. They were cold and soft from the two weeks of nonuse. Her arms grip the pillows while she turns flat on her backside. 'Why did I get so embarrassed when Dalton asked me to meet his son? I have no need to meet anyone else, my allegiance is to…' Feite's face turned red while she threw the pillow across the room. She had somewhat of an angered face while her breath started to increase. 'Lelouch…what is wrong with me?' Her eyes started to feel heavy while she slowly drifted off to sleep.