Holy Britannian Empire, Area 24, Madrid, 14 hours after the battle of Strasbourg
In the skies of Madrid, the Grandberry can be seen. The Caerleon class airship, was being flanked by six more Caerleon ships, as all of them dropped Red Vincent Wards to take down the E.U. forces and resistance that have invaded the city. The Vincents can be seen making quick work, of the Alexander drones and Estrella's. There was also chaos among the Spanish resistance, as some of the Estrella's and resistance soldiers started firing among themselves. Though they were helping the Glinda Knights subdue the Invasion force, but they were also destroyed alongside them.
In the Bridge of the Grandberry, Marrybell could be seen, sitting on her little throne, personally overseeing the battlefield. It wasn't a secret that Marrybell had something to do with the confusion that was going on amongst the ranks of the Spanish Resistance, since she was the one responsible for it. She never used her Geass like this though, which honestly made her think why didn't she do this before. She had a sadistic smile on her face as she continued to watched the carnage that was happening before her.
"Ha, I'm surprised you haven't thought of using that weapon of yours like this, princess." Her second in command, General Schwarz says looking impressed.
"I take back everything I said about the Emperor. He truly is strategic genius for coming up with such a strategy." He further added, getting a laugh from the pink haired princess.
"Honestly, General you never fail to crack me up." Marrybell tells him.
"I'll take that as a compliment." The old man replied back.
"Mary, I got some news." Oldrin Zevon, Marrybell's knight of honor says through the transmission.
"Report Oz." Marrybell says all serious.
"The resistance has called in reinforcements from Count Norman." Oz tells her, which surprised the crew.
"Wait, Count Norman! I thought he was in hiding?" General Schwarz says.
"He is, he is sending help to the E.U. and resistance forces so that he could gain a favour from the E.U." Marrybell says.
"Damn traitor, selling his country for the Euro dogs." Schwarz cursed.
"In any case, we need to be prepared. Count Norman isn't exactly your typical nobleman." Oldrin days, remembering the mans military record.
"You're right, he is an accomplished military officer, who has a military record to show it." Marrybell added.
The old General chuckled. "You make it sound like he is a dangerous opponent."
Marrybell looked at the old man baffled. "As if, I'm just saying he is going to be tough opponent, I didn't say he was dangerous." At that moment Marrybell had devilish smirk, similar to that of her half brother the Emperor.
"After all, I am the Massacre princess."
Ocaña
In the Town hall of the Ocaña, the former Count Norman currently was in a meeting with his military command -If you can call it one- they were mostly made up of nobles who all were supporters of Charles Zi Britannia. They had no experience in commanding military forces whatsoever, Count Norman had absolutely no faith in them whatsoever. The only reason why he had them in the military command, was because he had no choice. His current force is currently too small to do anything against the Glinda Knights, and had fewer Knightmares then them. The Nobles that he had gathered all had private soldiers with more Knightmares than he had. In exchange for their cooperation, he had to let them be part of all their military operations.
Count Norman, is a man in his late forties as seen from his greying black hair and goatee. He had scar on his right cheek, which had gotten during the Emblem of Blood, when his family was trying to survive an attack from another nobleman. He had a built figure for a man his age, compared to the other nobles who all looked overweight and skinny.
"Why should we worry about Princess Marrybell. Her Glinda Knights aren't exactly that dangerous."
"They only have gone up against weak terrorists, they aren't so tough."
"Indeed, compared to Count Norman who has seen his fair share of war in his life."
"They think they can get on my side, by sucking up to me." Count Norman thought annoyed. He has been getting annoyed by their constant praises ever since he had let them join them. It honestly was getting exhausting listening to them. "I wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for that, Duke el Grande. Using my daughter to threaten me to rebel against the Emperor."
The Count had no problem with the new Emperor himself, he didn't really care much for whoever sat on the throne as long as the Empire was secure and safe. The problem is that his daughter is being held somewhere with the new Duke el Grande. If he wants her to alive and well, he will do as the el Grande's says.
"If it weren't for the debt with the El Grande's, I wouldn't have sold my daughter of to them."
"Count Norman, are you listening?" The Count snapped back from his thoughts, as all the nobles in the room were all looking toward him.
"Uhh, yes right. I'll now go over the details of our operation." The old commander began. "My strategy is simple while the Glinda Knights are distracted by the chaos in Madrid, our forces in Toledo will make an surprise attack from east of the city. Once they engage with the forces from Toledo, we will attack from the sky with our aerial fleet."
"But Count, the Glinda Knights have more ships than ours. How are we going to win an aerial battle with one Longress and three Caerleon class ships?" A nobleman who looked to be in his twenties asked.
"Viscount Arno was it, you are correct. While they certainly outnumber us, we have superior firepower. One Longress is plenty enough for four Caerleons." Count Norman says, making the Viscount impressed.
"You are correct, sire. But isn't there is a saying Count. That it's not the ship that matters, but it's crew." The Viscount says, getting eye rolls from the the other nobles.
"Oh please, that's just something in storys. It's the ship that matters." A noblewoman says.
"No, the boy is right. Battles are not always dependent on luck, it depends on the soldier or commander themselves, for it is they who create an opportunity and use it to their advantage." Count Norman defended the young Viscount, seeing merit to his comment. At least one of them has some sort of brain.
"If the Count says so." The noblewoman grumbled.
"So we all in agreement?" Count Norman asked, receiving zero opposition. "Very well, meeting adjourned."
With that everyone left, leaving only Count Norman in the room with his thoughts. The Count took out a small locket, containing a picture of his wife and daughter. His wife died when his daughter was eleven years old, he had left maids in his household to raise her, as during this time they were in the planning stages of the first war with E.U. and she only fifteen when he sold her off to the el Grande's. If he hadn't accepted the el Grande's assistance when he spend every single piece of money for his wife's medical expenses, none of this would've happened. He only has himself to blame.
"I was wrong, I was never going to be great father." Count Norman, clenched his fist. "Forgive me, Miranda. I have failed our daughter."
Before the tears were about to come out of the Counts eyes, a sound of an explosion was heard, quickly getting the Counts attention. "What happened?"
One of the Count's soldiers had came in to the room in a panic. "My lord, we're under attack by the Glinda Knights!"
The Count's eyes widen at the sudden news, quickly getting up from his chair he heads out of the room with the soldier. "Report."
"We don't know what happened, one moment we were preparing for our attack in Madrid, next thing we knew the Grandberry appeared and destroyed the Longress." The soldier explained.
"We lost our trump card, damn it. But if the Grandberry is here that means, our forces in Toledo will be engaging with the normal soldiers of the Glinda Knights." The Count assumed, considering if Marrybell came with Oldrin Zevon as well.
Getting outside, the Count saw the town square in a panic, the combined forces of the nobles where all in frenzy as they had no one to lead them. Some where even arguing on what to with the situation. How was he supposed to fight Princess Marrybell with these forces, he saw no chance of him winning any confrontation if this was how they would react to attack. Only the Count's personal forces were the only ones who managed to remain calm and prepare for combat.
"I shouldn't have put my faith in Duke el Grande's allies." The Count now wondered if the Duke was actually trying to win against new Emperor.
The soldier behind the Count put down his radio, as he informs the Count. "My lord, our forces in Toledo, has just been attacked by... Princess Marrybell."
This shocked the Count, he had assumed the one who was attacking them was Princess Marrybell. If it isn't her, then who is leading the attack... Oldrin Zevon.
Oldrin
Oldrin Zevon, the knight of honor for princess Marrybell mel Britannia, was currently fighting two of the most mediocre Britannian pilots she has ever fought.
She was fighting two Gloucesters which appeared belong to Baron Schmidt and Viscount Johannes. She remembered these two like the back of her head back in basic, they used their connections to the military to have an easy time in basic. She remembered how the two of them tried to flirt with her once, god they were mad disgusting. To think they were even allowed to pilot a Knightmare without even going through the simulations.
Inside her Knightmare, the Lancelot High Grail, she tried her best to hold back her laughter as they all kept on bragging on how they were 'better' pilots than her. When that was the last thing they are.
"Take notes, Zevon. You are out of our league." Baron Schmidt says.
"They say you are knight of the Round material, if you ask me, they might be blind." Viscount Johannes chuckled.
She really was trying her best not to laugh her ass off, she really was enjoying this. These two, were the most annoying bastards that she had to ever put up with. In order, for her to take revenge for every woman in the Britannian military who have been harassed by these jokers, she will let them have their moment and at the next moment, she will crush their confidence and their smug attitude.
The two Gloucesters both then split up trying to make a pincer attack on the High Grail. Oldrin, seeing this, let's them continue their attack. The perfect opportunity has just been created. The Gloucesters then converged on both sides of the Highgrail, thinking they have her. The Highgrail activates its float unit and flies above them, as the two were too distracted that they ended up crashing both of their Knightmares into eachother, resulting in both Knightmares being destroyed and both its pilots killed.
"Too easy," Oldrin smirks, feeling a little proud. "Mary and Tink will be taking care of the forces in Toledo by now."
Marrybell wanted to attack both the main force of the nobles and their headquarters at the same time so that she could save time. While that certainly was reasonable, that left her forces spread out a little and there was a Longress class airship at disposal. So since the Grandberry was a custom made Caerleon, she decided to give command of it to Oldrin for her attack on the Ocaña. The Grandberry was plenty enough as well, from what Marrybell thought, seeing as how they will be off guard and then took three airships to attack Toledo with Tink.
Sokkia and Leonhardt were the only ones who came along with her, General Schwarz was assigned to another ship and was in left in charge of Madrid. Seeing how unprepared the nobles forces are, she guessed bringing those two was overkill after all. As she was about to leave the area, she was suddenly fired at by a group of three Sutherlands. The Highgrail immediately took cover from the attack by hiding behind a nearby building. Taking cover, Oldrin tries to think of a plan to take down the Sutherland squad, because right now she is in tight spot.
If the Highgrail takes even one step away from cover, the Sutherlands will not hesitate to fire. The Highgrail looked around to see if there was anything it use to distract them. Luckily enough an arm of the Gloucesters that she fought earlier, was lying around were she was. Picking the arm up, the Highgrail threw it to the other side, causing the Sutherlands to turn toward it's direction and fire. They fallen into the trap.
The Highgrail left its cover and immediately went after the Sutherlands taking out it's Trans swords. Just as it seemed like everything was going according to plan, until a Gloucester appeared from another road, and pushed the Highgrail back. The Highgrail managed to land perfectly, as two more Sutherlands appeared behind the Gloucester. Oldrin wondered who the pilot was, until she insignia of a silver tiger and the symbol of House Norman. The pilot was Count Norman.
"So you must be lady Zevon. It's an honor to meet the daughter of the late Knight of Five." The Count says.
"And you must be Count Norman, the Desert Tiger." Oldrin says.
"Desert Tiger, by Alwin. Just because my insignia is Tiger, doesn't mean you can make a nickname out of it." The Count complained. He never liked the nickname that his fellow soldiers has given him, in fact he hated it. He honestly would just preferred to be called the silver Tiger, but no. Desert Tiger. He hated the desert for crying out loud.
"I'm surprised you don't like what the soldiers call you Count." Oldrin says. She was kinda surprised, after all it was a good nickname.
"Well for one, I hate the desert."
That honestly got a laugh from Oldrin. Even on names the elderly will still be petty. Oh well can't be helped. "Count Norman, I will tell you this once. Surrender and in exchange we will let you keep your titles and territories." She stated. There was a moment of silence before the Count spoke.
"You ought to do better than that, Dame Zevon." The Gloucester raised its lance and charged at the Highgrail. Oldrin wastes no time and takes out her trans sword and blocks the lance. "I do not care for titles nor territory, Dame Zevon. I only wish for my daughter's safety." the Gloucester stops its attack, and begins another charge. This time however he was not alone. The two Sutherlands that came with the Count, all charged together toward the Highgrail.
The three other Sutherlands all fired at the Highgrail, preventing it from attacking or moving from its position. Oldrin tried to find a way out of the situation she was in, as she blocked off attacks from Count and his aides.
The Gloucester then attacked Oldrin from the front by trying to target the Highgrails hip. Oldrin managed to prevent him from hitting her by grabbing the Lance. One of the other Sutherlands does the same thing and tries to attack the Highgrail from the other side, but she again managed to block the attack.
"Now, Mason!" The Count ordered the second Sutherland who was approaching the Highgrail full speed with its Lance.
Oldrin tried to escape, but the two Knightmares wouldn't even let her budge. Just as the Sutherland was about to lunge it's lance, a slash harken pierced it's cockpit, killing its pilot and stopping the Sutherland from it's attack. The slash harken was fired fro by none other than the Sheffield eye, whose pilot was the infamous crasher, aka Sokkia Sherpa. The Slash harken retracted back to the Sheffield as it turned to the Highgrail which was still locked in a standstill.
"Sorry I'm late, we were taking care of some really troublesome folks." Sokkia apologised, as the three Sutherlands from before got destroyed by an attack from a Hadron blast.
The Hadron blast came from none other than the Bradford brave in its fortress mode. The Bradford Brave transformed back into its Knightmare mode as it landed down taking out its swallow.
"I see you are doing well, mind if we helped?" Leonhardt mockingly asked. Getting small growl from Oldrin.
"What does it look like, doofus!" Oldrin yelled over the radio. Taking Leon aback.
"I'll take that as a yes." Leon says. Leon moved the Bradford Brave to take down the two Knightmares, but the two of them stopped their attack and dispersed. Leon went after the Sutherland. "I'll take the Sutherland you take the Count." Leon tells her.
"Got it," Oldrin acknowledged. "Sokkia, eyes on the sky. Count Norman is a bit of tricky fellow."
Sokkia puts on a pair of googles that looked similar to the factspheres of the Sutherland. Once put on, she had a clear view on the entire town and raises herself up in the sky a little bit more. Looking around she spots the Count, heading toward the town square where a lot of fighting is taking place.
"He is heading for the town square." Sokkia informs.
"Got it, keep me live." Oldrin says, as she gains up on the Count's Gloucester.
The Count noticing the Highgrail gaining up on him, takes out a chaos grenade and threw at the Knightmare. Oldrin seeing the grenade being thrown at her, activates her blaze luminous shield. This causes the HighGrail to pushed back a little by the impact of the grenade. Giving the Count a little bit more time to head to town square. Before ge could though, a Sutherland Glinda blocks his way. The Count lunged the Gloucester's lance to the Sutherland, to which the Sutherland just grabbed hold of the lance. The Count tried to take back the lance but to no avail. The Count fired the Gloucester's slash harkens at the Sutherland arms, getting the lance lose.
The Count thinking that he had won, let down his guard and let the Sutherland go. As he was about to leave, both the Gloucester's legs got sliced in half. The Gloucester fell on it's back blocking the escape. "What the?!"
The attack came from an slash harken of the Highgrail's Trans-swords. The Lancelot Highgrail came up to the Count's Gloucester, Oldrin opened up the hatch of her cockpit and came out. She stood up and looked down on the Count's Gloucester.
"...I'll make sure to find your daughter Count." She began, shocking the old noble. He had kept secret of his daughter being held hostage by el Grande from everyone, including the Imperial government. "The OSI is currently doing their best to find her." ...Of course the OSI found it out. "I'll try to keep her safe and protect her. After all, she is the daughter of one of Britannia's greatest heroes."
A hero… No one has ever called him that, not once, not ever, sure he had made tremendous achievements in Africa and the Japan, but never once he was called a hero. Just a commander who had saved numerous soldiers and civilians… It felt nice that there at least someone who saw him as a hero.
"Emperor Lelouch, will bring Britannia to better future, but right now, you are currently standing in his way." Oldrin says.
"…Just erase el Grande's name from the face of the Earth. That's all I ask." The Count replied with a smirk on his face.
"Understood…" Oldrin gets back into the cockpit. The Highgrail raised its trans-sword up in the air. "Thank you for your service for the Empire, Count Norman." The Highgrail stabs the Gloucester right in its chest, killing the Count. Taking the blade out, blood could also seen on the tip of the sword.
"Oldrin, I just got report that the town square is now ours. We managed to capture all the nobles here." Sokkia informed her.
"Good, now we just wait for Mary to finish up in Toledo." Oldrin says.
She wondered what was going on in Toledo by now. While she had been friends with Mary for over a decade by now, Mary is kinda of surprising when it comes to some of her methods. If she had any guesses, she was in a good mood.
Toledo
Oldrin was right, Marrybell is in a good mood. Because nearly enemy in Toledo was either dead or running for their goddamn lives. The Caerleon that Marrybell commanded, was currently flying over the city, firing down on certain areas that have been giving her forces a little trouble. Honestly she hadn't had such fun in a while… So? Just because she finds a great time in killing rebels, doesn't mean she can be a good person. You can't exactly say that the people they were killing were good people.
"They really should consider calling me, massacre princess. I mean look at this." Marrybell gestured to the screen.
"You really confuse me sometimes, Princess." Tink says. "It honestly frightens me."
"I don't blame you, Tink. Even I frighten myself sometimes." Marrybell jokingly agreed, getting a nervous chuckle from him.
"It seems that there aren't any float equipped units here." Tink reports. "With these forces, I don't think Count Norman could've won, even with the Logress and Caerleon airships that he had in Ocaña."
"Agreed, Count Norman is strict about his troops. Seeing this, it almost makes me think someone was trying to sabotage him." Marrybell says, analysing the situation.
"Then again, it's the el Grande's. They are the most elitist out of all the nobility. They are underestimate everyone due to their military power." Tink explained. The el Grande's has been the most powerful ducal family in all of Britannia thanks to their military might, their numbers alone make up about five percent of the Britannian military. Every battle they have engaged in have been ended with a complete victory for the el Grande's, but that's because they just send use wave tactics. Sending in soldiers over and over, it quite honestly resulted in quite a lot of casualties, but they cover most of the statistics.
"You have a point, Tink. If what the O.S.I. said is true, Aliya Norman, is currently with the el Grande's in hiding. And possibly held hostage." Marrybell knew the reason for the Count's involvement in the uprising, Count Norman valued his daughter more than anything in the world. He would fight heaven and hell if it's for his daughter. "Luck her." Marrybell thought, feeling a little jealous for the girl. Primarily because she had a caring father, while she didn't.
"So what's the plan?" Tink asked.
"What does it look like? We find her, and return her back to Pendragon. If I know anything, Oldrin probably made a promise to the old man to keep his daughter safe." Marrybell says, rolling her eyes with a small smile on her face.
"That does sound like her." Tink says agreeing.
"Yeah true, also on your left, Sutherland squad." Marrybell warned him.
"Oh thanks, I'll take care of them right now." Tink thanked. Tink turned his Zetland Heart toward the Sutherland squad.
The Sutherland's realising this, begins to open fire on the Zetland. Tink quickly turns on the blaze luminous shielding which bounced all the shots off the green energy. After the attacks stopped, Tink aimed the mega Hadron cannon at them, and fired a beam of red on them, obliterating them all.
"Targets destroyed." Tink reports.
"I know Sherlock." Marrybell says. "I saw the whole thing."
Europia United, United Republic of Britain and Ireland, Portlaoise, Portlaoise Maximum Security
Inside the most secured maximum security facility in all of Europe, Portlaoise, there was certain cell that kept a very special prisoner. The cell was guarded by a squad of armed men and high level security to make sure this person should never escape. Inside the cell, one would expect the room to look like a mess, but it was more like suite than a cell than anything. Sitting down near the desk was a man reading a book about the French revolution. Instead of a prison jumpsuit he was wearing a bathrobe as he was reading with opera music being played in the background.
As he kept reading the door behind him opened and came in the Prime minister of the Britain. "You have been called for… General Smilas."
Smilas closed his book and put it down as he got up. Getting up he went to up to his closet where a formal military uniform was hanged up. Before he was about to change, he turned back around to the Prime minister.
"Do you mind?" Smilas asked him.
The Prime Minister flinched at his words. "Oh of course, please take your time, General." The man left the cell after that.
Smilas then took off his robe as he took out his uniform and began preparing to meet up with his old bosses. All ready, he walks up and knocks on the door. The door opened with the two armed guards all faced toward each other, the two men saluted as the the General left his cell. Leaving through another door where the Prime Minister was waiting for him. The Prime Minister got right next as he showed him the way.
"I assume everything is not going according to Colonel Malcal's plan, is it?" The General asked.
"Yes… Yes you are quite right." The Prime minister confirmed. "While there were some slight issues after the Emperor had appeared in Strasbourg, but somehow out of nowhere, our forces in Spain were being reported of being attacked by the Spanish resistance."
The General kept going unbothered by the information. "Continue."
"The Sixth Army that was on their way to Cape Town was suddenly destroyed. We are assuming it's because of the Knight of Ten, but was reported to be at South-Eastern Congo." The Prime Minister reported.
The General stopped. "I have a few ideas on what happened, but… I need to check something."
"You can check ot out, after meeting with the Council." The Prime Minister tells, as he kept on walking. "Honestly Smilas, I'm surprised that the Council even approved of your return."
"Why would you be, unlike Leila I am a Well respected, experienced officer with an impressive military career." Smilas joked, as he catches up to him.
"Well you aren't well respected anymore that's for sure." The Prime Minister corrected, getting Smilas to roll his eyes. "And unlike Malcal, she has the citizens trust, you on the other hand broke it."
"Oh please William, you know better than I Europia would be better off as a dictatorship." Smilas says. They stop near the Prison exit, as the Prime Minister 'William' put in his hand print and retina scan into the system to open the door.
"You maybe right Gene, but there is one thing you are forgetting." William says. As they get out and head to the Prime Ministerial car
"Which is?"
"You aren't Napoleon." The British Prime Minister says, as he opens the door to the car.
Smilas let out a soft chuckle. "I suppose you are right."
"Now her in, the Council is waiting nd you know, how they are about being late."
"Of course, I used to work for them." Smilas remarked, as he got in the car. William got in the car after him, soon as he close the door, the car immediately headed for their destination, Dublin.
Inside the Car, Smilas was in deep thought. Not about his reinstatement to the United Army, but about the attack in Spain and the how the Army heading to Cape Town was suddenly attacked and destroyed.
Of course the Spain situation was pretty self-explanatory, and that was because of Princess Marrybell's Geass… Yes, Gene Smilas is aware the existence of Geass, and the existence of other Geass users, and the Order. How, well let's say he has an a sort of connection to a Celestial being, and of course, Pluton. He assumes that Peace Mark would be sending in the Irregulars in a few days, which will be the perfect time to make a counterattack.
Though this leads him to his biggest dilemma, the Sixth Army. How in the world were they all defeated in just a few hours, this was no bunch of new fresh recruits we're talking about, we are talking about an entire Army. The only theory is that it's a new Knight of the Round or… That rumoured Knight Order that the Emperor had been building.
How in the world would he know about this, well a little birdie by the name of Wizard has been kindly sending him information about the outside world for sometime now.
Like that matters now. Currently Europia is currently facing the worst crisis that it has ever been. And he was sure to take advantage of it. Of course he wasn't going to retake the lost territories. No, he will sue for peace once Britannia had lost majority of their forces, and rebuild the Army for Europia to expand her borders. Why focus on just on one continent when there is a whole word waiting for it to be taken over.
Gene Smilas could only smile amused as now, the game begins.
A/N
Kinda rushed? Yes a lot of this is rushed. Mostly because I'm too lazy to double check the entire thing myself.
So I am putting this up.
In need of Beta readers, please. I am really desperate.
So yeah, Gene Smilas is here. We will explore more about his connections to the Geass order and Geass as a whole. We will see D.S. only except she ain't gonna fawn over Lelouch like a sex crazy woman. Honestly, that really killed me in His Britannia, like why? They never met, same with Leila AND FUCKING MARRYBELL, like by God. I question Imperator's Slave. Sure you may have a thing for Harem, but God I honestly couldn't stop myself from cringing. Though you had some good moments like the final Suzaku, Lelouch and Nunnally scene. Honestly, I wanted him to live. It was such a beautiful moment.
Anyhow back to the story, next chapter will be Euro Britannia. It might take a while, given how there might not be a lot of action. Because I want to get the perspective on Euro-Britannia's side on the whole situation.
Yes, why would the Dullahan Knights be all the way in Africa. Because why not, I realized that I had put George in South-Eastern Congo, while the Sixth Army was heading Southwest to Cape Town. But I think it will be a good introduction, given how they are still a new organisation.
We will have a chapter of them after this chapter. So stay tuned for more.
Until then.
Peace.