Chapter 3
Dark Prince
Helltanz's notes: Finally episode one is done, fini, completed. Shorter because I wanted to update sooner though it, this chapter, does finally differs drastically from canon. As I said the setting isn't completely canon.
Right Story proper begins.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass.
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Chapter begin
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"The Day was August tenth, of the year two thousand ten of the imperial calendar the Holy Britannian Empire had just declared war up on Japan. Confronted by Britanian's newest weapon the formidable Knight Mare Frame Japan fell to its enemy in less than a month the conquered nation was stripped of its freedom, its rights, its culture, its dignity, and finally even its name was taken away. Eleven the name of Japan and its people was replaced with a mere number."
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Lelouch surveyed the bodies… it seemed as if time had frozen since that moment, his eyes, eye rather singular, seemed to be on fire… and frankly the eleventh Prince wondered if it was because blood had gotten in his eye or if this was because of the power he had used.
He hadn't felt any guilt, not over these pe... things, he amended once again smelling the coppery scent of spilt blood and burnt air. "I don't understand what it is you wanted me to do," he said out loud, "why did you give me this bizarre power?" he stood up from his position kneeling before the green haired girl's body. 'Guess shooting an immortal through the head is enough to kill even them.' He mused. Bluntly speaking he'd never considered testing the limits of Nemo's immortality.
The attack by Britannian forces on Shinjuku ghetto it would appear, he mused listening to the varying radio chatter, was initially very successful do to no small part because of the sheer force of the Empire's assault. It was overkill. Black Knight infiltrators had reported in from the cordon or from inside the ghetto that Honorary Britannians were doing most the killings. This complicated things as the Black Knight presence in the armed forces of the Britannian military in the ghetto were mostly native Britannians .
However it appeared as far as Lelouch was concerned that the captain, the one who had just along with his entire squad had shot themselves, was right about the insinuation of terrorists being present in the ghetto. Never mind he's been suspicious of Lelouch being a radical as it was.
He sighed, 'I am going to need a nap after this' Lelouch thought despite, or perhaps because of, the adrenaline pumping through his body.
Automatic fire erupted from outside. It appeared the 'power of the king' was his only option, given the two sides one following the other into the body filled subway station, especially considering his forces were not available... yet anyway. In a few minutes he'd have friends. Hopefully enough numbers for him to make to allied forces.
The sigil, that was like a bird or that strange girl's tattoo, appeared in his eye. One command later; instant group of mixed Britannian and Eleven fanatics at the command of a prince who at the moment was frankly blaming his father for the whole mess concerning eleven terrorists in the first place, and thus the young man's current predicament.
The eleventh prince ducked behind a wall as an explosion destroyed a sizable portion of parking complex, not that he could see it at the time, sending large fragments of concrete falling ten stories, this summarily destroyed a large portion of the roof revealing a damaged Knightmare frame.
A Sutherland if Lelouch was correct, though it could have been a variation. Certainly the war machine was at the least based of the RPI 13, but given the paint job was potentially some minor variation of the RPI 13 used by an elite unit. Nearby there were a large number of terrorists armed with a mix of RPGs and assault rifles.
'It would appear the insurgents like their anti armor rockets,' he mused as he observed the situation unfold. As of yet the elevens did not currently know about them further more it appeared that some kind of explosive, probably a car bomb or an improvised explosive device, had been detonated showering the upper part of the Knight Mare Frame in the confusion the rocket armed rebels had attacked. "Go kill those terrorists Lelouch vi Britannia commands you." The eleventh prince ordered waving his hand in the direction of the armed terrorists.
"Yes your highness," intoned the troops in unison under the powerful influence of the geass.
'Clovis isn't the only one with a flair for the dramatic' he thought depreciatingly as he approached the downed Knightmare. 'Clovis' he realized, unfortunately the hatch open and following gunshot distracted Lelouch.
Against the trained soldier, hell against a school jock, Lelouch had no illusions to his own physical ineptness, he simply did not have enough time to devote to working out other than a little basics, however he still was a good enough shot to put many to shame.
The eleventh prince blamed Charles for that fact, of course in this situation that wasn't a bad thing, albeit the teen wouldn't be thanking his father any time soon.
The Sutherland's pilot service pistol was knocked from the soldier's hand at the return fire from Lelouch's pistol; it was the Standard Side Arm of the Russian Imperial State Intelligence Group. "A woman?" he remarked it wasn't meant as a sexist comment. His own mother, the late empress, having been an excellent pilot, his remark was merely a statement of the fact. "Relax," the prince attempted to assure, she tackled him as he lowered the pistol, "ow" he grunted involuntarily, wincing as he hit the ground.
The pilot was apparently injured if the blood stain was any thing to go by, probably from the rattling the machine had gone through from the falling debris.
The knight mare's radio crackled. "Villetta."
Lelouch stood up. "Villetta?" he questioned, "I'm not your enemy." If she wasn't injured, the prince would not haven't gotten that far, he acknowledged that, and using the Geass was proving to be draining, he couldn't risk collapsing in a war zone, at least until his comrades arrived.
This woman was a threat in her current condition only if he was sloppy and allowed her to be a threat, but at the same time she was an asset to his current plan.
His Geassed subordinates advanced but the building shuddered as another Sutherland frame arrived with a partner. Along with these two knightmares came a squad of troops. Britannian troops, some honorary others from the homeland. "Hands off," A lieutenant in standard body armor ordered as he leveled his weapon above the knightmare pilot, "up and off his excellency now." He ordered in a bland controlled monotone.
No words were exchanged, as Lelouch verified a broken rib was the cause of the bleeding. He readjusted the pilot as gently as he could tightening the battlefield bandage and continued to apply pressure to the bleeding area, the woman made no signs of wincing.
The radio crackled again drawing his attention as the lieutenant and his squad kept a watch out supported by the geassed militants..
Lelouch waved his free hand in front of her face. "Villetta?" he questioned. "I need you to continue to applying pressure to slow the bleeding," he instructed moving her hands on to the wound. The eleventh prince fiddled with the radio. "Hey clover you there?" he commented smugly. Clovis had received the nickname from Euphemia when they had been children, it was a sure fire way to get his attention.
"Who is this?" the third prince demanded angrily at the annoying childhood nickname. He hated it when his sister called him it, much less some mocking stranger on the radio.
"Relax Clover. One thing at a time." He commented Lelouch could imagine the Staff's face at his addressing the third prince of the empire in such away. "One of your Sutherland's pilots is injured. The Knightmare is more or less intact, though it had sustained some damage. It is repairable." The eleventh prince said checking the machine's diagnostics from safe mode. "The following coordinates are the location of the disabled machine." The teen smirked, now to proceed with the plan, withdrawing a small card he sketched a heraldic crest, a relic of by gone days of his childhood. The crest had morphed over the years, in its modern form it was different though still recognizable to someone who had seen past versions.
He stood up, all the while ignoring the spluttering bits of anger coming from the other end of the radio were Clovis's retainers were throwing a hissy fit over his 'disrespect' to a 'most noble prince of pure and refined birth', and such nonsense.
"Help should be on its way." The prince stated he paused smiling lightly. "Next time you see me I suppose I'll buy you dinner or something." He commented before exiting the knightmare frame. 'now to get out of here and proceed to phase two, of course they would deploy assistance to an Elite Unit, especially when the unit is more or less intact, this diverting of forces would in turn making it easier to seize a less defended unit, after all a Sutherland was a Sutherland, and a purist unit would stand out more.' Lelouch mused while walking away, of course at the same time he admitted his planned was elaborate however there was also no guarantee that Miss Villetta's unit was fully functional.
He snapped open his cellphone and listened to the report from the Black Knights, it seemed thing were slightly more troublesome than he thought. Still Clovis was not simply acting rashly, he was being reckless. There was no evidence of military jamming of any kind, which was arrogant.
Of course they could always shoot there way in, but engaging in a fire fight was probably not the best idea given the numerical superiority of the Britannian forces. He glanced at the two infiltrator units. "Lieutenant do you have a satellite phone?"
"Aye sir," Producing the military grade encrypted communications device.
Lelouch took the phone and made two calls the first 'local', and the second to Baku. When he was done he handed it back to the soldier. The Black Knights operations were spread across the world. It was a spread that had been accomplished over the few years since its establishment.
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Suzaku woke up extremely sore in the back, as well as waking to the childish face of a blue haired man. "So are we having a bad day?" he, the man in the lab coat, asked, loudly. The man stood up, "Looks like you missed a chance to go to heaven private Kurugi." Lloyd continued.
"I did?" the bandaged Suzaku sits up, though with extreme pain. "Where-," He asked looking around for Lelouch,
"Hmm," the scientist raised an eyebrow at the inquiry. "Ah. We are still in the Shinjuku Ghetto." The bespectacled scientist stated.
His assistant spoke up, "With Prince Clovis near by this is probably the safest place anywhere." Considering the many squads of Sutherland KMFs and the command unit this was true for the moment. Cecile leaned forward, presenting a pocket watch. "This is what saved your life Mr. Suzaku."
Lloyd spoke up again, "Your lucky it was under your protective suit," the scientist commented. "Because its what deflected the bullet."
"Is it a keepsake?" the blue haired young woman asked curiously.
"Yeah very" Suzaku leaned forward accepting the memento.
"You elevens," unlike many Britannians the term was not filled with the usual bigotry that came from the term for post conquest Japanese citizens, "believe the gods live inside everything even objects don't you?" he inquired. The man continued on. "well in this case-"
"Is Lelo-" he, Suzaku, stopped Lelouch was a prince mentioning him probably would just get him in trouble after all he was just a private. "Whats the latest on the situation?" Suzaku inquired instead.
"It looks like the poison gas was released." Lloyd admitted. "As it stands massive eleven casualties," The man announced not looking too concerned. "have been reported."
Cecil sounded more concerned "They haven't caught the perpetrator yet," She commented in a worried voice. "No terrorist group has claimed responsibility."
"They haven't," he commented after a moment, "Not yet huh,"
"Private Kurugi" the scientist inquired withdrawing a key. "How much experience do you have piloting a Knightmare frame?" the man asked.
Suzaku looked shocked. "but there's no way an eleven would be made a knight." He responded to the inquiry.
"Supposing you could?" Lloyd continued. "Hypothetically speaking of course, could you do it?" Inquired the Earl dangling the key in front of Suzaku. After all silly social conventions didn't mean anything to Lloyd Asplund, and he was an earl it was his prerogative to have a knight, and he had the backing of second prince Schneziel anyway.
The trio made their way to the hangar where a large, by Britannian standards, white Knightmare frame was held.
"Congratulations," Lloyd exclaimed loudly as they stood before the seventh generation machine. "The only knightmare of its kind awaits you" the man continued proudly indicating his creation. "once you take the controls of this big beauty everything will change" How right Lloyd was, he merely didn't know the extent of the truth of his statement. "you and your world." Lloyd was just a scientist, he didn't have an intelligence briefing regarding other seventh generation programs of rival countries of Britannia.
"Whether you want it to or not," interjected Cecil from behind the two as they stared at the large war machine.
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Meanwhile the massacre of the Shinjuku ghetto residents continued at the same efficient pace it had begun with. Dozens of squads of Elvens- Honorary Britannians were sweeping through the ghetto killing everything in their way.
At the same time Lelouch's mind washed flunkies had secured him a regular paint job Sutherland and he'd split off from his regular allies. The Dark Prince was familiar with the use of a Knightmare Frame, quite good at it as well.
The physical controls were effectively identical to the basic Sutherlands we have access to, he thought to himself, thought the operating system is the standard one for this theater usable but hardly ideal.
"Those damn Britannians." Kallen shrieked using her slash harken to destroy a tank attacking a group of civilians. She growled angrily unable to effectively target the honorary Britannian troopers still firing at the people fleeing.
"Kallen," shouted one of her terrorist compatriots. "can the Glasgow still move?" the man on the other end asked.
"Its alright Ogi I'll decoy them," she announced watching the civilians trying to help the injured get away from the gunfire. "Get the people out of here" Kallen shouted as over head Britannian helicopters flew. "The only ones who will be captured are those of us of the resistance." The thing was Clovis didn't want prisoners he wanted corpses so he could make his own story to explain this mess to the public.
"I know but were trapped they have us completely surrounded" the other terrorist said over the radio.
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At Ashford academy in the Britannian settlement in Tokyo Shirley, currently in the girls locker room for the swim club, answered her cell phone, "Lulu?" she questioned tying back her hair "What in the world have you been doing where are you now" the young woman continued. "If keep cutting class you'll get held back," Shirley scolded.
"Are you near a tv?" asked the prince, side stepping both lecture and inquiries
"A TV?" she questioned in surprise wondering no doubt why he wanted to know if she was near a television.
"Sorry" the teen replied, though it was clear it wasn't a genuine apology. "but this is important," he assured.
She gave a humph, "Hang on." She added.
Lelouch relayed orders for his 'men' to stand by for further orders, he really needed to find out what was the situation that was being reported to the public. Shooting through the army obviously wasn't an option at this time.
"Hey you mind if I change the station?" Shirley's voice asked to who Lelouch presumed was one of the other girls apart of the swim team.
"Huh to what," responded a feminine voice
"The News," The prince interjected imperiously, "is there any thing about Shinjuku?" he queried.
"There's nothing on, hold on, traffic restrictions for the area." The orange haired girl announced, "It looks like the military has the area cordoned off there are tanks and a bunch of soldiers,"
Lelouch watched a column of armor go by, "Why is it restricted?" He inquired, after all it was clear Clovis was up to something but for him to surround a residential area and order a massacre well that was bound to attract attention. Never mind he wasn't jamming communications on radios, or cell phones.
"I don't know they aren't saying." Shirley responded in a partial whine
'I get it,' the prince commented as he extrapolated Clovis, or whoever was in charge's plan. 'Once they finish every thing off here they will release news that favors the military.' Lelouch surveyed the Ghetto.
"Oh your gambling, again" she exclaimed overbearingly, "I've warned you more than once how dangerous again." The young lady whined.
Lelouch sighed dramatically, "yep you caught me," he falsely admitted, it wasn't like she would believe other wise. "By the way tell my little sister I'll be home late," the prince requested, as he prepared to exit his liberated mech. "Thanks." He hung up.
At Ashford academy Shirley began to rant and rave about his immature behavior and how he was going to get into so much trouble.
Lelouch dialed another number, to topple the white king, the dark prince had accumulated assets money, technology, and people to over come Charles's advantage, however now he had an idea why not use the elevens as a sword as well, in the mean time he needed to speak with his forces.
A man at the location the military was staging at opened his own phone, "Colonel William Ronson." The man's gruff voice responded.
"Proceed to link on classified channel c 24 colonel emergency activation of your unit is approved."
The man on the other end nodded, "Understood my lord switching to C 24 and and mobilizing our unit per your orders. We await your command."
Lelouch nodded, "Standby." The prince's influence was due to many factors the most obvious was his own charisma and his ability to plan.
Outside just beyond the cordon Clovis had established the Colonel issued orders. Knightmares began to power up. Fighting their way in was out of the question, but Clovis could always be out maneuvered.
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Chapter conclusion
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Helltanz's notes: so as you see from the beginning Lelouch takes a different approach, and he doesn't brain wash Villetta leaving her susceptible to later Geass use,
I also made the 'Power of the Kings' being draining to Lelouch, for now at least, he'll get used to it.
I kept the part after that fairly canon, with the small details incorporated as needed.
To address something brought up in a review; Lelouch doesn't really have time for a serious relation ship, yet. So if there is a pairing it will not any time early on.
So far Lelouch's main goals are insuring his sister's (Nunnally) safety. And second dethroning his father, which will require some political and military maneuvering.
I do have an amusing accident planned for Cornelia.
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