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'War is a struggle between pride and life.'

Cornelia li Britannia

He shook his head as he looked upon the worlds, he did so for an eternity and would do so for the rest of all time in the multiverse. He was getting bored again. His last intervention, inserting a man from the year 2010 into the wars of napoleon as a young noble had resulted in an interesting long-lasting conflict in Europe. Again.

Sighing he cast his eyes upon another world, hmm a different Britain, winning the American revolution, being cast out towards the Americas, hmm this could work.

He looked back to his favorite world, one he had shaped himself and looked for someone to pluck out as was his right, a young mind, intelligent. A mind for strategy and tactics, educated in engineering. A perfect fit for this world.

Hmm now where to put him, the Chinese Federation?

No, no to little chance for advancement.

This Unified European Union?

He would have to be part of a political family, but that would be boring and bogged down in bureaucracy. Such was only interesting once in a few millennia.

Britannia it would be then, the Royal family would be the best place, a place for him to grow safely and become powerful. And most importantly, interesting.

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I awoke with a shock the air around me a choking black mist of nebulas and distant galaxies, stars in the distance twinkling in colors from red to purple to green, this was not natural.

My name was Alex Margrave, I had just finished a master's degree in mechanical engineering and was out celebrating with my small group of friends, which meant beer and a circle of computers each playing planeside 2.

It was something of a tradition, whenever one of us did something important, we would all gather and play that persons favorite game. Sometimes it was a shooter, others a strategy game, it did not matter as long we played together.

I shook my head, so how did I end up here.

"You're here for one simple reason."

I whipped my head to where the voice came from, my gaze was met by a mass of floating eyes, infinitely chancing colors and shapes. What in the hells is was that thing?

"I have been called many things, god mostly, but I always preferred Amon, for as to why you are here."

The eyes came closer, looking at me in interest.

"You are here to receive your gift."

"My gift?"

"I have found that randomly dropping someone into a new world causes them to have some kind of crisis, doing this reduces the chance of that happening by 30 percent, you may choose one gift, supernatural power or something else, I will decide if it's okay or not, if it's not you may try twice to choose something I approve off."

"Before I choose a gift where am I being sent?"

"Smart enough to realize that this is inevitable, I like that, you are sent to a world you know fairly well, the universe you know as Code Geass."

"When exactly?" For the love of fuck, I don't want to be napoleon, I am reasonably sure that C.C was helping the man and I don't need that in my life.

"No need to worry young one, I won't spoil the surprise, but you will like it I swear, now what do you want as your gift?"

Is becoming a demigod too much to ask? Yes, I quickly decided, what then, I need to choose something that will be useful no matter which time in history I end up. I will have to make a quick list of options.

Battle meditation, one of my preferred options, useful as long as I get into a command position and would give me a massive advantage in any conflict.

Increased durability and strength, a simple concept, a stronger and more sturdy body, always useful.

A Geass, not sure what kind, useful but not too much if I can find a Code bearer.

I could think of another few but none that could compare to any of these.

"You have made some interesting choices, I can tell you won't be able to choose so I will for you, battle meditation has always been interesting to me, a Geass with such powers is more than possible, use it well little mortal, know that I will be watching."

With those words the eyes faded, and I began to fall through the empty space around me.

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Suddenly memories flooded my mind, a childhood I had not lived yet had at the same time, I was born a prince of Britannia, I lived my childhood surrounded by my siblings, Cornelia, Euphemia, Schneizel, Clovis, Odysseus, Nunnally and of course Lelouch.

My name, my new name is Alexander Andreas Gustavus Di Britannia Fourth prince of the Holy Britannian Empire, and I am eleven years of age. Fuck you Amon.

Analyzing my new memories, I found that most of my life up to now has been fairly uninteresting, I had finished my primary education, spent most of my free time playing chess in the vain hope of beating Schneizel. My mother was the only surviving member of a noble family originally from Greece that owned a powerful machine technology company.

Owned being the important part of this sentence, most of the old company had been integrated into Britannian military think tanks working on militarizing the Knightmare frame. All that remained under my mother's control were the various small arms branches, the naval think tanks and a single half-filled research compound.

This could be useful to me, though I have no idea how to take control of it just yet, in this world I would need a powerbase to work off of. Something that would help me in my bid for the throne as was my birth right!

Wha…

Wait a second where the fuck did that come from, that was not a normal thought for me. I was ambitious sure, but never entitled, I'm going out on a limb here but... fuck you Amon. Mind merging is always a terrible idea, there is nothing I hate more than a split personality story, I've read way too many of those.

I shook my head and thought about my siblings, I appeared to have a fairly close relationship with a small group of my siblings, the Li Britannia's thanks mostly to Euphemia's friendly nature were close friends of the Di Britannia's, Cornelia has just become a member of the royal guard under the Vi Britannia's, which meant that our three families were often seen as close allies.

Not a bad thing at the moment, as it secured our position but knowing what would happen later, I would need some contingency plans.

Clovis, Odysseus and I appeared to often work together too, or more like Ody was conscripted into babysitting his 13 and 11-year-old brothers whilst they went around creating chaos, often being forced to help us out.

Schneizel was a different matter, he was currently starting his political career as the minister of defense and had taken to asking my mother's help deciding on new technology, discussions I would have some minor input in, more so in the future.

I had had literally no contact with my father, nothing unexpected of course as I was 11 and the man wanted people to prove themselves useful, not something an 11-year-old can do really. Getting up from my massive bed I moved into my private bathroom, all marble decorated with gold of course, moving to the floor to ceiling mirror to look at my new body.

I was 11 again, which sucked because puberty, my eyes were the color of amethysts, my hair was a golden blond, I was fairly skinny, but my old body was the same before I started to work out so that could be fixed. All in all, not a bad.

I stepped into the massive shower and began to think. I have not thought about myself in a long time, my life was never that interesting to me. I was born to a single mother and spent most of my early life as a social outcast. You see, I have a disorder that makes it hard for me to read and place emotions.

I am not psychopath mind you, not at all, but I have trouble noticing the emotions of others, not something good for a child. In my teens I decided to try to do something about this, I may not be able to feel other people's emotions, but I was highly observant.

So, I learned to read body language, in a year I could identify most primary emotions with but a glance and could tell when someone was lying about three out of four time. This coupled with taking to books of philosophy and strategy (the Prince, The Art of War, the Analects of Confucius, the Republic) caused me to thrive in high school politics.

At that time, I took interest in the great generals of the past, I studied Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, Oda Nobunaga, and everyone of import between and after and eventually came to Napoleon. Napoleon would be an interesting topic to study in this world, a world where he won.

Getting off topic again, during my research on Napoleon I found the favorite hobby of my previous life, The Kriegsspiel, a true game of war. A simulation of all aspect of a true battle condensed into the grandfather of all tabletop wargames.

I applied the tactics I learned in that game in all other games I played, thus my interest in Planeside 2 and its platoons. I even planned to join the army before I decided that without an ongoing war, it wouldn't be what I wanted for my life. All of this would be useful in this world, as a Royal I am far more likely to gain a command, I could conquer and become a general.

Then my thoughts turned to the technology of this world, so similar yet so different. The money I could make selling touchscreen phones, god I could be a millionaire. And get me a Knightmare. Knightmares, gods that was something that excited me, who doesn't love giant mechs rampaging over all resistance. I need a personal frame, hells an entire list of frames for my men too.

Coming out of the shower I dried and walked to the walk-in closet as nude as a newborn, because who cares. Inside I found an assortment of clothes, most of which nearly made me vomit at the thought of wearing them.

So, I liked dressing myself well, sue me.

The only bearable piece was a white and golden suit, and I don't mean a shiny yellow, or a fabric of a similar color to gold. I mean real gold weaved into a fabric made into a suit. Was it a waste of money? But of course! Was I concerned about the fact that this is acceptable to Britannian's? A little. Was I putting the suit on whilst thinking this? Yes!

When I had finally put on the thing, I looked at the mirror, something was missing…

Spotting a cape rack near the mirror I took one in the color of blood and hung it over my left shoulder, attaching the golden lions-head clasps to my suit. I then debated the merits of putting on one of the pirate hats in here but decided against it.

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Breakfast was a dull affair, mother was absent, as she always was on Wednesdays. And the servants where silent and hardworking, as they should be. I had nothing planned for the day, except researching a few things. I wanted to read up on history, most importantly Napoleon and the Chinese. Then try to find if there is anybody playing Kriegspiel in Britannia.

Unfortunately, my research lasted far longer than expected.

It was not for weeks later that my mother sat me down and told me to go play with my siblings that I finally stopped reading this worlds literature. Napoleon took up nearly a week, Otto von Bismarck a man who had come to Britannia in this world took me two. The era of blood another week, books on the current geopolitical status of the world was the last thing I could do before being forced to have social interaction, ugh.

It was not often that I fell into these kinds of moods, exams triggered them occasionally. But when I am in one of these moods I am focused on my objective. In this case knowledge about this world, and don't stop researching until I runout of topics or am shocked out of it.

So that is how I found myself sitting at a table in front of Nellie as she and I stared at each other and the board in front of us. Nellie was apparently a Kriegspiel hobbyist. Unfortunately for me, Britannian Kriegspiel was different from my own.

First let me explain the concept of Kriegspiel. It is in the most general terms a game of war, a game that tries to put every intricacy of war and battle to the top of a table in the best way possible. Britannian Kriegspiel was even more intricate than my worlds.

In my world Kriegspiel was centered around one area, a map if you will, with a public map that both players view, and two private maps to where players can see the location of all of their own units. One would give commands in writing to an Umpire, an impartial Judge, who would decide how open these orders where to interpretation on what they mean.

For example, if I were to write down, I want the left flank to advance along the river until they reach the town, this could mean that the Umpire moves my men along the river until they reach the town I meant, but it could also mean that the men would advance until they came upon a village and then stop.

These battles were fought with chance, tactics and meticulously written, easy to understand and clear orders. Britannian Kriegspiel added on top of this, it added a strategy map.

This was a new concept to me, and honestly reminded me of a total war game with its switching from campaign to battle quickly. Again, there was a public man and a private map, each scenario giving both players a chance to deploy their armies to the campaign map beforehand.

Both would then role a dice and the Umpire would, based on that dice roll, decide how much information one player would have on the starting location of the other armies.

Me and Nellie where playing a scenario called Jenna, in Germany, I was Prussia and rolled a 3. Cornelia was playing as France and had rolled a 20. Honestly this did not seem fair.

This was how I found myself playing a game of cat and mouse in southern and western Germany whilst I scrambled to secure some kind of favorable fight, I had thought I had Nellies 1 and 2 Corp cornered at Hanover at one point, had even forced battle with a 3/2 manpower and a 2/1 cannon advantage for me. But she had reinforced with her 7 Corp before I could do more than minor damage.

If it wasn't for the stakes of this game, I would dedicate my forces to a battle. The stakes of course were one on one training in the new Glasgow prototype Knightmare frame. Not something I would want to lose, not at all.

The goal of this scenario for Prussia was not to beat the French anyway, but to hold out for Russian, Swedish and British reinforcements to counterattack. That was a reachable goal, though not one preferable. I took another look at the public campaign map, Cornelia had put an army of mine to siege at Munich with two of her Corps, meaning she had 7 corps left to my 7 in the field, hmm I may have a plan.

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Cornelia looked over the board concerned though not showing it.

Andre was better than she had expected, far better even. With a far worse starting position he had made the best of the situation. Hanover was a pyric victory for her at best and had left him with 2 armies between the Weser and the Elbe and 5 south of Berlin.

She had taken Berlin of course, as Andre fought a series of rearguard battles heading towards Danzig to meet the Russians. Victory would be hers soon, Munich was the only eyesore on the map still, twice she had assaulted that city, and twice had she been repulsed.

All was well still, yet Andre was smiling that insufferable smile of his. What was he planning?

A little while later she noticed something wrong, she should be facing more men then she was, she sent out her scouts in response.

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I had her now, this was over.

She had continued to assault what she thought was my primary army, not realizing that I had taken the cannon and horse from the two armies I had left there and had them fight a continues rearguard action to throw her off the rest swinging along the coast to the Weser.

Meanwhile I had sent the cavalry from my Weser armies to harry her supply lines whilst the armies themselves advanced to Munich. In the east the Russians would reinforce my depleted armies whilst I encircled her from the south and west, the Anglo Swedish reinforcements from the north would cut off any chance of retreat.

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That little genius!

Cornelia found herself amazed, her little brother fought with his limited rearguard far better than any she had faced in the game ever before. And his move toward Munich was brutal and efficient, he had destroyed both her corps sieging the city.

She had but one chance to win this now, he had left open his southern flank racing to Munich, only one obstacle in the way, a single army without cavalry with more cannon than normal dug in at the Thüringer Wald.

She still had her entire army ready for battle, even after losing nearly the entirety of 2 Corp in those rearguard battles she would easily outnumber his men.

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I am surprised that she actually fell for that, hmm now to hold the forest against her forces. I had both armies sent to Munich give their cannon to this one army, this should be enough to hold any force.

Entrenched positions with only the need to wait for reinforcements, not a bad place to be.

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She was defeated.

Completely and utterly defeated.

So far only Darlton, Schneizel and her Father had ever defeated her so easily in the game. Her little brother had now joined that list. His defensive strategy at the Thüringen Wald was genius, overwhelming firepower at its finest.

He had held out for three days of battle there, all he had to do was hold and he did. Her forces got encircled on all sides with the arrival of the Russian hordes. He had beaten her.

She was having trouble believing it really.

"Tomorrow we will begin your training, make sure you're ready."

His smile was all he offered as answer as he stood up.

"But of course."

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'Truly sister, is that your belief? I have found that war is no place for Pride, its place is away from the fields of battle, in war there is only place for calm calculation and ruthless planning.'

Alexander Andreas Gustavus Di Britannia

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