A/N: here ya go everyone, Code Wars ALT, in which Lelouch- instead of being found and trained by Dooku, became Emperor of the world with Kallen and C.C. at his side. For those just joining in and want the context for this opening chapter, go to the regular non-crossover CG fanfiction page and look for the story titled "So, what next?" To see what happened and how this came up.
It took a long time for them to all get comfortable with each other, to get truly intimate, to let go and open up.
There was a sort of unspoken agreement between the 3 of them. Lelouch was their lord in public, he was the face of the royal family, he used his charisma and careful wording to ensure that the people he cared about where not scrutinized or caught up in scandals, he protected them, and in turn they followed his lead. Whenever something came up that they couldn't handle on their own, they deferred to him. Everything from preparing for interviews by reporters, to senate hearings. For the business and military end of the empire he was the Emperor, and they followed.
While in private or with friends and other family, things where different. The Emperor and his wives where all equals as soon as the public façade of the strong world leader could drop. They helped each other, supported each other, it was a very healthy, loving relationship where they talked freely, cracked jokes, and engaged in playful banter and bickering.
That was not the case in their bedroom.
For all of Lelouch's supposed desire for control, it was the penultimate sign of trust when he drops his guard in front of others. He used to only do it when he was alone with Nunnally, and now he could do it with Kallen, C.C., and a few select members of the Black Knights and his most trusted subordinates.
But there was a final stage to his trust, to not just let his guard down, but to willingly give up control and hand it to another, something he had been afraid to do for so long.
Kallen and C.C. where the only 2 people in existence to have this privilege. His immortal lovers who he trusted and respected unconditionally just as much as they loved, trusted, and respected him.
C.C. let her icy, apathetic exterior drop, and Kallen who always acted brash and ruthless to protect Lelouch, allowed herself to relax, and in doing so they could both better focus on giving their Emperor the love and comfort he wanted.
Lelouch is a total sub
Which is why Lelouch was laying on top of Kallen, his back against her stomach while his head rested between her cleavage. Kallen's left arm wrapped up in a tight hug while the other was petting his silky black hair and massaging his scalp, holding him and pinning him in place, helpess and with no control as their warm bodies pressed against eachother.
C.C. was facing away from him, rocking her hips gently, letting them gyrate as she swung herself back and forth, and Lelouch was enraptured by the vixen's hypnotic movements. His eyes where carefully watching the muscles of the witch's back as she let her body sway, and show off her languid flexibility. Her lithe form was intoxicating to watch. His face was red from being flustered, and his breathing haggard.
The green haired immortal turned her head enough to expose one of her mirthful golden eyes as the corners of her lips where quirked up in a smirk. Her body dripping with sweat- among other things as her hair stuck to the wet surface of her skin.
The 3 of them where nearly spent, but it wasn't anything to complain about. 2 hours of frequent sex with cuddle-time intermission would be a lot for anyone to handle, even their codes where having a hard time replenishing all the stamina they had blown through. Their muscles ached in a delicious, and pleasurable way as release, after release, wore the trio of immortal lovers ragged.
Well, Kallen and Lelouch where spent, but it seemed that C.C. wasn't so easy to knock out.
As soon as Lelouch let out his telling groan and C.C. felt him pump his load into her other hole she let out a satisfied sigh. Before then gently removing herself from her favorite warlock and rolling over to the edge of the bed, lazily picking up a piece of now cold pizza off of a tray set up next to the nightstand and starting to much on it.
Fine, more of him for Kallen then.
The shorter- but ultimately much more fit redhead rolled Lelouch over and changed their positions without hearing a complaint, so he was laying on his stomach and she was straddling his lower back. Her hands went up to massage his shoulders, and she leaned in to kiss a trail up his back and nip at his ears and neck, elicting no shortage of throaty moans from the 99th Emperor who had been fucked into a puddle of incoherent goo by the witch and the warrior queen godess' he married himself to.
He let out a pleased sigh as he felt her deft hands work out the kinks in his tight muscles, slowly getting them to relax.
"You're perfect, Kallen." He whispered, causing her to smile and blush a little, with pink tinting her cheeks as she laid on top of him.
"Got one more in ya?" She asked him in a low, husky tone, making him shiver with delight.
"For you, I will always want to please, but I fear that last one with the witch sapped me of what little stamina I had left."
Kallen pouted a little, but ultimately accepted that he needed a minute and instead opted to cuddle with him, playing big spoon, her hands reached down to hold his and buried her face into the back of his neck, taking in his scent and relaxing into the embrace.
They where unfortunately roused from their content position when the answering machine on the nightstand began to ring, and C.C. answered knowing it would be important.
"Sup Orange-Kun?" She drawled with a mouthful of pizza making her slur the words a little.
"Apologies Empress, if my lord is busy with you I will hang up."
C.C. swallowed and smirked. "No Jerry I'm not sucking Lelouch's dick, I did that earlier. So what do you want?"
If Jeramiah was phased by the uncouth behavior he didn't express it and answered smoothly. "His Majesty requested that I remind him of his scheduled flight. He was intending to visit the SAZ Memorial."
C.C. proceeded to pick up an old newspaper off the nightstand and roll it up before bopping Lelouch's head with it.
"Witch." He grumbled "You remind me of Milly."
"I'm honored." She cooed
"You really shouldn't be." He quipped back.
"It's time to get up." C.C. urged him.
"Mmmno." He said, his voice muffled as he buried his face into the pillow.
Kallen rolled her eyes but ended up smirking. "5 more minutes."
"I can work with that." C.C. agreed and plopped down haphazardly on top of them both.
At the same time, far away from the sol system...
Wedge Antilles checked his sensor scopes for what must have been the 10th time in just as many minutes as the comms chatter of the rebel fleet buzzed through his link. Until he heard someone mention his callsign it was mostly white noise, he knew what to expect from the op, or so he thought.
It was a smuggling run of sorts. A rebel cell had been ambushed and captured on Mygeeto, and he was part of the small fleet- Squadron really, of ships meant to intercept the prisoner convoy, hijack the transport and save their Comrades.
That's what it was supposed to be, but Wedge had long since learned that it's best to trust his instincts, and right now his gut was telling him something was off.
He mentioned that, of course, but nobody listened, he was 'just a pilot' after all, why bother taking advice from a joystick jockey?
As it stood, the rebel fleet in question consisted of a Nebulon-B medical frigate, 2 CR90 Corvettes, a DP-20 gunboat, and a smattering of snub Fighters. 6 X-wings, twice as many of the older Z-95's, 2 A-wings and 3 Y-wings.
It wasn't much... but it's all that the fledgling alliance could afford right now.
They where hiding in an asteroid field close to an Imperial weighstation where the transport was scheduled to stop according to their Intel for inspection and refueling before making it's final jump.
"Gundark Actual to Red Leader, come in Red Leader."
Wedge immediately clicked the button for his X-wings comm. "This is Red Leader, I read you Gundark."
"Vyper-1 and Vyper-2 confirm that the target is on approach to the weighstation, standby."
"Affirm Gundark. Red Leader to Red Squadron, what's your status?"
"Red 1 is green."
"Red 2 reads green."
"Red 3 conditions optimal."
"Red 4 ready to go."
"Red 5 all systems hot."
"Confirmed-" Wedge replied as he straightened himself out. "-Gundark Actual this is Red Leader, Red Squadron is reading green across the board."
"Roger that Red Leader, begin your approach."
"Copy that Gundark, moving to execute. Let's go Red Squadron, we're first, lock S-foils in attack position!"
The X-wings on low-power mode opened their wings and their engines glowed a vibrant shade of bright red, an almost electric pink as their white and red painted frames zipped out of their hiding positions and got into a V formation.
"We can't waste any time, they'll have us on scope any second now, everybody push it to full throttle!"
A series of positive confirmations rattled across the comm channel as the X-wings put the pedal to the metal and opened up the throttle. The high-spec multirole starfighters rocketed through the vacuum at blinding speeds towards the AO.
"Keep the formation tight everyone but watch your spacing, Red 1, Red 2, when we reach the target hit the enemy comms array, Red 3, Red 4 you'll peel off to starboard, circle the area and be ready to pounce on enemy interceptors, Red 5 on me!" He rattled off his orders before switching to talk to his astromech. "R3 I'm gonna need you to help distribute power when I need it, you ready buddy?"
The Astromech chirped in affirmative, and Wedge nodded. "Thanks, I'll see about getting you that oil ba-"
He was cut off as his commlink went off. "Red Leader this is Gundark, we have contact! I repeat contact!"
Wedge felt his stomach drop. "Where is it!?"
"Hyperspace signature detected! Imperial! Bogey will enter realspace at 12 o'clock high!"
Wedge leaned forward and looked up just in time to see the gunmetal grey hull of an Imperial warship drop out of Hyperspace.
"Star Destroyer!" He heard someone yell in fright over the comm and he couldn't blame them.
"Break formation! Engage in evasive maneuvers and jump as soon as you can! This op is a mission fail!" He ordered his Squadron mates, and the 6 X-wings broke away to disengage as TIE-Fighters flooded from the underbelly of the Imperial capital ship.
It wasn't long before his combat computer alerted him to the fact that a pair of enemy TIE-Fighters where already on his tail, and Wedge began to sweat as he banked hard right to avoid the first bursts of laser cannon fire. "R3 I need you to plot a blind jump!"
The Astromech began to protest-
"If you don't do it then we'll definetly die!" He snapped while pushing his X-wing into a barrel roll and then a vertical dive.
He turned his head to look out the transparasteel window only to see Red 5 get shot down, his dying scream piercing the comm while his fighter spun out of control, on fire, before static as his fighter exploded.
Wedge had to stop himself from hyperventilating as he yanked his joystick to bank hard right and avoid another Salvo. Then saw his HUD get marked with a Hyperspace jump point. He immediately turned to reach the designated marker, and punched it, a streak of laser cannon fire smacked into the back of his engine block, overwhelming the deflector shields and causing damage just before he escaped.
He ripped off his helmet and punched the side of the cockpit, cursing.
"Goddamnit! Fucking imperial intelligence, they knew! It was a trap the whole time!" He took a few deep breaths and rubbed his face, before he looked down at his terminal to see all the damage that had been done.
"Oh no... the controls are nearly shot out, Hyperdrive leak... I have about an hour until I run out of fuel..." He leaned back and let his head rest against the seat.
"R3, you still there?"
A few worried beeps.
"Plot a course for the nearest habitable system you can find, scan for artificial power signatures..."
A few more beeps.
"Yeah buddy, looks like we're in the shit now." He grumbled.
At the Britannian Space Agency, the organization was doing its daily business, examining distant planets using infrared telescopes, plotting asteroid trajectories, looking at the other celestial bodies in the solar system, when someone noticed something peculiar, and people's attention where quickly drawn.
The head of the agency was in his office, not noticing the uproar that was beginning to form outside as he was on the phone, staring at a number of financial reports on his desk and waiting to stop being on hold when the door to his office slammed open, and one of the higher ranking staff members stepped inside, wide-eyed and with a bead of sweat running down his face.
"You need to see this."
The man quickly hung up his phone and ran out to see, and hear the uproar as he walked out, before taking a look at the data on screen.
He bolted back to his office, kicking the door frame and nearly tripping before picking up the emergency landline, breathing deeply and speed-dialing.
As soon as the operator picked up, he spoke.
"Get me the Pentagon."
Minutes later on the HMS Resplendance, an Empress Class Supercarrier and its escort fleet in the pacific where on patrol, a few of the newer F-35B Lightning-II's on deck already preparing to sortie for a security patrol ahead of the Emperor's private jet where going through their final maintenance checks before the comm officer on station narrowed his eyes.
He turned to look at the captain.
"Sir! Message from Highcom, they want the fleet on high alert, Defcon 3!"
The Captain snapped his head to look at the comms officer. "What's the situation?"
"Unidentified aircraft is breaching the local airspace, it isn't responding to radio transmissions."
The Captain nodded, before barking orders for men to get to their battlestations and scramble fighters. The fleet moving into combat formation as they watched their radars and scanned the information they where getting from the AWACS above.
Meanwhile after they finished their little orgy, Lelouch sat on the sofa inside his private jet, with Kallen sitting on his right, and C.C. laying down on his left with her head in his lap.
Kallen was helping him get through yet more paperwork- something that never seemed to end, even though Schneizel was basically his slave and running a lot of administrative duties. Something that the blonde had a lot of experience with since the Emperor basically fucked off to do what he wanted with the sword of Akasha.
Lelouch raised an eyebrow as he picked up a document sent to him by Lloyd, apparently Co-signed by Cecile and Rakshata as well, and he began to look through it.
"Huh..." He mumbled, getting a curious glance from his Queen while C.C. seemed to be half asleep, enjoying Lelouch's legs as pillows.
"What is it?" Kallen asked curiously
"Lloyd and Rakshata are co-opting a new Knightmare project with the European W-0 special unit. They're trying to combine their brainpower for a new mass production knightmare that combines design philosophy from the big 3 Knightmare Designers. They're looking for my approval, and a blank check probably."
"It sounds interesting, but... we already have a low military budget, and all things considered we probably don't need to worry about designing anything with combat applications, there's nobody to fight."
"True... I'll put this to the side for now, see if we can't-"
He was caught off guard as the fasten seat belts light came on and jeramiah ran into the passenger cabin.
"Milord please fasten yourself in. The pilot needs to change course."
"Whatever for?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Unidentified aircraft, it's unclear where it came from but it's trajectory is putting it on a near-intercept course."
Lelouch understood the situation and quickly made sure he was buckled in alongside Kallen, and forced C.C. to sit up straight, much to her annoyance.
As soon as they where confirmed to be buckled in, Jeramiah went back to the cockpit.
They could feel the plane lurch as their center of gravity was altered by the shift. The aircraft banking to the left, off of its original course as its fighter escort of F-22 Raptors followed.
The F-35's deployed by the aircraft carrier made their way at best speed to intercept the rogue aircraft, reaching a high altitude above the clouds, they eventually saw the contrails and tail of black smoke trailing behind the object, it had a slight curve to its flight pattern, banking softly to the right and pulling up slightly.
The jets caught up with it and formed up nearby.
"Captain, this is Alpha 1, target appears to have been damaged, shows signs of attempted maneuvering, high likelihood that control surfaces are damaged."
"Affirm does it look like it's gonna splash?"
"Possible, but uncertain, it may beach itself on Japan's east coast If the pilot can manage. If not it'll probably go into the water within a few miles of the shore."
"Roger, keep eyes on and report any irregularities."
"Wilco."
Meanwhile; Wedge could barely see a damn thing as condensation fogged up his cockpit, the unfortunate result of his fighter's built-in life support system becoming non-functional. He crash landed, his fighter hitting a patch of sandy beachhead as his craft careened down and dug a trench into the ground, spinning on its axis before finally coming to a stop.
Smoke kept billowing out of the engine block, and he hit the cockpit hatch release, climbing out of his downed bird and falling into the sand before throwing up. He then rolled over onto his back and passed out...
Less than a minute later, aircraft flew overhead, dropping Sutherland-II Class Knightmare Frames joined by a number of older Gekkas and Sutherlands who formed up around the craft, aiming their guns, until one of them spoke up.
"Holy shit... it's a guy!"
The private jet of the Vi Britannias landed at a highly secure military airbase, and Lelouch along with Kallen and C.C. immediately stepped off. Jeramiah acted as the point-man walking just ahead of them.
They where escorted by the royal guard to a limousine that drove off of the airbase and towards the viceroyal palace alongside a motorcade of humvees, MBT's, and a Squadron of Quinn Roses Knightmare frames with a black, white and gold color scheme.
Upon reaching the viceroyal palace they disembarked and entered the building with everyone standing at attention. They didn't bother to bow, everyone knew Lelouch didn't enjoy standing on ceremony unless it was a ceremonial occasion and simply treated him a superior officer. Except for Jeramiah who insisted on prostrating himself anyways, all the time, much to his chagrin.
"Status report, what's going on with that unidentified aircraft?" He asked, no more than a second later, someone stepped forward that he recognized.
"Ah, hello Chigusa." He greeted amicably, seeing the person once named Villetta Nu. It was interesting to see her in an OSI uniform and not being considered an enemy, but ever since he spared Ohgi and granted her the title of duchess she had every reason to stay on his good side.
"My lord." She gave a curt bow, dipping her head before returning to an at-ease stance. "We have the pilot in custody, human, male, age is believed to be somewhere in his mid-late 20's or early 30's, no DNA on record anywhere in the world."
"He is alive then?" Lelouch asked hopefully. "And why did you feel the need to mention human?" He pressed, curious.
"My lord-" She paused. "-It appears that the craft in question is extra-solar in origin."
"... Beg your pardon?" He asked, as he started to wrap his mind around just what the situation was.
"Your Majesty, the craft was detected by the BSA as it flew past the moon, it has no recognizable markings, and an autonomous robot was the craft's co pilot. It is alien in origin."
"What..." Lelouch asked, completely stunned. "I'm sorry agent Chigusa it sounded to me like you said a human was flying an extrasolar craft?"
"Yes your highness." Villetta nodded. "As it is the only concrete information we have is that the pilot is certifiably human, initial blood tests confirm that much at least."
"What about quarantine? There's a chance that this person brought alien pathogens." Lelouch asked, regaining his composure.
"HAZMAT has it well in hand, the crash zone has been cordoned off and the surrounding area is being monitored. He's in a secure medical triage being looked at by hospital corpsmen with biohazard certification and we're in touch with the CDC."
"Excellent, let me know what his full blood work looks like as soon as we have the results, I'd like to remain fully informed on all developments."
Villetta nodded and was about to respond when Kallen piped up. "What about the... well the spaceship that he crashed in?"
"It hasn't been moved from its crash zone in case of any toxins that may be leaking from the damaged areas."
"What are the chances that we'll be able to crack it open and see how it ticks?"
"Can't say, the thing survived atmospheric re-entry, we'd need some pretty heavy duty tools to open it up and peak inside."
"Get Lloyd and Rakshata on it." Lelouch interjected. "I need information, as much as I can get."
"Consider it done."
"What about public perception?" Kallen stepped back in. "Has there been an info leak?"
"No, we're keeping this as quiet as we can, but I don't think we'll be able to keep this under the radar long, people talk."
Lelouch sighed. "Gonna have to call Milly and ask her to help keep this quiet, her influence should be enough to suppress info leaks for a little while at least."
"We should probably get to Kaguya... she needs to be informed at least."
"Right." Lelouch agreed, and the group began moving to the Viceroy's office.
A/N: A shorter chapter to start off, wet everyone's tastebuds before things kick off.
Couple of notes-
1. The Britannian Space Agency is basically just NASA
2. The Pentagon existing makes sense, as Britannia would likely have a massive military command center for its gigantic military.
3. In regards to Lelouch's relationship with C.C. and Kallen, he's had 5 years to slowly open up to them, and they've opened up to him, so while technically OOC, there's reason for it.