An escort for hire, a code geass fanfic

A/N: Hey! Name's Daniel, or grechdanya. Last couple of months I felt kinda bored at work and decided to start listening to fanfiction via text to speech. That has led me to the story "The Dark Crusader Of Britannia" by Ronin2106. Why am I mentioning it? Welp, it was probably the story that somewhat inspired me to write my own fic with OCxCornelia. I found the story to be quite interesting. This is a manifesto to the guy's admirable work, which motivated me to start writing. There are some aspects I liked and some that I did not and this story, on a personal level, will try to compensate for me for the things I did not. I will not mention, of course, concrete details and would still recommend reading it.

I also would like to acknowledge you, readers, that I am not aiming to make just a modified clone. You will hardly see any similarities, except, maybe the region of origin of the main OCs in both stories and the pairing itself. Ah, yes, the place of origin... I always wanted to put a character of my own nationality, namely, a Ukrainian, in a code geass fic, because i am a selfish bastard that wants to relate to own character a bit more and because i feel that i can also paint a picture of my culture to make people think of Ukraine less as a war-torn country and more as just one of many beautiful places around the world. Due to lack of lore information regarding Euro Britannia and EU, there will be non-canon information that i will be writing. I will, obviously, not mention real-world struggles and will try to have as little agenda as possible.

As you may have understood, I am not a native speaker, but I have been using English as the main way of communicating with people and as the language I use for receiving education for several years as of now. Expect some grammar mistakes and be ready to see me mess up articles, because we don't have "The" and "a" in Ukrainian and "I" being written as "i" because I am too lazy to press shift that often and frankly, I don't think you, readers, care. I will be writing some stuff in Ukrainian, but fear not, I will put a translation next to it. Oh, and yeah, there will be lemons occasionally because why not \_(ツ)/

Oh, yeah, that's my first fic i write in English so don't roast me that hard in comments : )

On that note, enjoy!

An escort for hire

Many years have passed since Brittanian scientists have developed the first knightmare frame "Doombringer". Military tactics drastically changed as other forms of weaponry became outright outdated with time. Instruments of war, since, became either specified for destruction of infantry specifically as it is, was, and will be the king of war, whatever those Britannian engineers say or KMFs(knightmare frames). One of the latter was the unique model of superheavy tanks, "Szlachtich"(Polish male nobleman). Huge vehicle's main turret had one mounted double-barrel 120 mm autocannon that could easily pinpoint an enemy knightmare and turn it into swiss cheese. A Long 203 mm wide barrel was mounted on the turret, putting fear into any heavily armored knightmare pilot that had any sense of self-preservation. Several high- calibre machine guns were mounted around the vehicle to ensure its safety from the infantry. Chaos mine grenade launcher was mounted in the back to prevent enemy knightmares from closing in with Szlachtich. Hovering system that was installed under the machine not only gave it a futuristic look, but allowed for perfect mobility and was the sole reason why this beast could move in the first place. Fully automatic and very advanced loading mechanism ensured fast firing rate turning the 60 mm into an oversized MG. Armor plating was extremely thick and active protection was all over. Desert tan camouflage was covered with sand, disturbed by the hovering system and a red and black emblem of deer with a crown was painted on frontal armor. The main symbols of allegiance were two flags on the back of the tank: A blue-yellow one and a royal Britannian one. This vehicle was a long-ranged highly accurate nightmare of any knightmare.

A man, blonde-haired with a somewhat badly shaved wheat-colored beard was looking with his sky-blue eyes through a binoculars out of the main hatch of the vehicle on top of the main turret. A brown beretta with the same emblem as on the frontal armor of the vehicle covered messy, long hair. Couple of small scars were visible on his face, one on the forehead and another one on his left cheek. Muscled hands were holding the binoculars and a tan shirt was visible from the hatch. The silhouette reminded of one of those German officers scouting the area from a Tiger. A radio beeped on his hip and he picked it up.

"From Victory to the fox. Info about what you've seen. Out." - Muttered a female voice from the radio.

"The Fox to Victory. Nothing new. After we dealt with that enemy outpost 2 km southeast, we haven't had any new contacts. Out." - He answered in perfect English.

"Roger. I've dealt with the main enemy group. They have declared capitulation. Proceed to point Delta-4 to regroup. Operation finished. Over and out" - Said the female voice in a commanding tone.

Fox put the radio back on his hip and dived back into the hatch, closing it behind himself.

"Чорт! Бери курс на Дельта-4, скажи нашим шо командування оголосило операцію завершеною"(Chort! Take us Delta-4! Tell our guys that the command declared the operation finished)

"Так точно, майор!"(Roger, major!)

The person Fox said the lines to, was sitting in front of a hi-tech console and transmitted the message to other members of the company. Fox then went back upstairs and exhaled with relief, hearing how after receiving the information, the crew was cheering happily and a column of 10 knightmares and around 25 APCs that was following Szlachtich was cheering loudly. The knightmares were represented by 10 unique frames that the company ordered to be produced in Sankt Peterburg a while ago. These models, called by the company "Cossacks" were on par with Glouchesters in ranged combat, but their main purpose was close quarter support units that defend the beast. Heavy armor, shrapnel ammunition for handheld weaponry, halberds and advanced sensory equipment. The most unique thing about them was, though, grand mortars they carried with them. Effectively, they were just heavy artillery pieces that could be mounted like mortars and thanks to mechanical strength of the knightmares could be loaded through the barrel directly, turning the 10 knightmares into an artillery battery.

"Будемо на місці через півгодини, майор"(We'll be there in half an hour, major) - Said the same person Fox was talking to recently, it was staff sergeant Oleg Skoropadskiy, nickname "Lynx", lead engineer and technician on the board of Szlachtich, one of the 320 people that formed "The Tailed Company". The PMC originated from before Formation of Euro Britannia. During the latter, they supported establishment of EB because of the origin of the previous commander and desire to achieve autonomy for the Ukrainian administrative region since the conquest, where they played a major role in, but lost most of the firepower.

"Roger" - He answered and closed the hatch behind him and took a seat near Oleg. - "The pay should be good, even though we didn't really have a chance to show off today"

"If anything, brits sure know how to extend pockets" - Responded a 30 year old man that he was talking to now

"Indeed, sergeant. Wake me up when we arrive" - Said Fox indifferently, closed his eyelids and tilted his head backwards, on the wall of the ginormous machine. Tiresome kicked in and he quickly fell into the realm of Morpheus.

Some time later

Lynx shacked Fox's shoulder, waking him up quickly and observed how he, slightly confused, opened and closed his eyelids, but regained the cool seconds later.

"Delta-4 in 5 minutes, chief" - Said he calmly and nodded towards the hatch

"Thanks" - Said Fox abruptly and climbed back up to the hatch that he opened and saw already formed Britannian troops on solid ground, most of them watching a burning city right in front of them, from where a pink knightmare was standing with a spear in its hand.

The Tailed, seeing this quickly formed up on the right flank of Britannian formation, dramatically differed visually from Britannian troops with their tan uniforms and camo, not even mentioning the gargantuan tank. Not only that, but most of the regular infantrymen of the company wore heavy plated armour stylized to look both medieval and futuristic. NCO's wore exosuits with the same aesthetics, only with heavy machine guns, unusable and unliftable without the help of the strength of the exosuit.

After Fox saw how everybody formed up, he screamed to the crew of the vehicle - "ПЕРЕКУР"(Smoke break)

He then exited the vehicle and walked on top of it, jumping off to the ground in front of it, put his hand into one of the pockets on his uniform and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, put one in his mouth and lit it. Several minutes later, around a dozen people left the inside of the vehicle and joined their major, polluting the air with streams of smoke rising to the sky. Unlike brits, the mercs stood chaotically, not caring about how the formation looks and were casually chit-chatting with each other.

Fox himself, though, was concentrating on the sight he was observing in front of him. Bright purple knightmare, visibly covered in blood and dust, started moving downhill in the direction of troops - "Dealt with those turban-wearing buggers all by herself… Scary woman. Guess she called the Goddess of Victory for a reason. Albeit, tactics is not one of them, considering the recklessness of that decision" - Fox thought to himself with a serious expression and scratched his right arm, exposed to the sun due to the short sleeves of his shirt. His body had a weird tendency of scratching hellishly under intense sun, that he often hated considering that he often needed to be deployed in rather sunny regions.

Some 5 minutes later, a Britannian officer approached the mercenaries with an annoyed grimace. He searched among the soldiers to find their commander and when he saw the person he was looking for, he came closer to Fox with his hands behind his back and was met with an indifferent gaze of the man with a cigarette in his mouth, waiting to hear the officer's words.

"Have some decency filthy slavs! Form up properly right now like real soldiers" - Said he aggressively to Fox. After hearing that, the Ukrainians looked at him with smiles, waiting for the response of their commander.

"Filthy slavs?" - Responded Fox with a raised eyebrow and removed a cigarette from his mouth, now holding it in his right hand. "Do you know who you are addressing…" - He looked at his shoulders to find out the rank of the officer - "...Captain?" - He said the sentence in a calm manner.

"Some stupid mercs her highness for some unknown reason found interesting to keep around" - Said he disrespectfully with his still enraged grimace.

"Wrong. We are people who will shoot a hole in your ballsack if you do not shut your putrid arrogant Хліборізку"("Bread Cutter", slang expression for mouth) - Said Fox, stepped couple of steps closer and grabbed the young officer that was visually in his twenties by his throat with his left hand and with right, pressed his lit cigarette against his cheek.

The officer tried to scream, but the grip on his throat prevented that. Fox watched with a slight grin on his face how the guy was struggling against him, knowing that brits will not do jackshit against him and this unlucky captain was just that unlucky to not know why.

Several minutes of choking down the officer later and laughter by other mercs, Fox let go of him, watching how he was catching breath for a while on sands under his feet. When the man tried to stand up again, he kicked him in his gut, forcing to lie like that for some more time and struggling even more to find air

"Now run, little rat, before I become really angry" - Said Fox, lifting the man with his hand and pushing him towards Britannian formation. He watched with a satisfied face how he slowly walked, barely able to breathe

The purple knightmare from the hill stopped in front of the Britannian formation to give some kind of speech but too far from the mercenaries for him to hear anything. Soon, the knightmare was pointing fingers to different areas in the city. And groups of troops started moving there one by one. When the majority of troops left, leaving only the purple knightmare and a dozen knightmares of similar build behind. Soon, the radio beeped again, and Fox picked it up

"Well, Fox, there is no need for you to stay here anymore. Funds were transferred to the bank account of your company. Though I would not recommend rushing things, because I might have something interesting and profitable for you. Over." - Informed him of a female voice.

"I'm all ears, Victory. Over."

"Area eleven needs some counter terrorist action and I will pay generously upon the completion of the mission. There have been reports of Zero's activity and I have reasons to believe it is connected to Prince Clovis, making that a matter, requiring my personal attention. Are you willing to join? All travel expenses are on me. I expect you and all your troops to arrive no later than a month after I am in Area eleven. You have an hour to decide, until we depart from here"

"I need not an hour, Victory. We agree. I have heard of what is happening in Area eleven and I am ready to provide support to the royal family, given a big enough compensation. Now let us discuss the details…"

Area eleven, 2 days after The battle of Saitama ghetto, Harbour of Tokyo

It took a while for the mercenary company to get to Tokyo. Hovering technology installed on the tank made it possible to move it on water, but the machine required frequent stops to refuel. Surprisingly, Szlachtich itself did not turn out to be a major pain in the ass to transport, but the supply for it was, like the Knightmares. It required a ship and the Britannian crown was generous enough to provide one to get to Area Eleven from the newly-established Area Eighteen. Now the personnel of the company were steadily unloading their equipment from the ship.

It was late at night and the sky was very clear, revealing the view of stars above the sealine and Fox was leaning over a metal rusted handrail with a flame at the tip of the cigarette he was smoking. He pulled it out of his mouth and looked at it dramatically.

"That was not the best thing to inherit from you, father…" - He thought to himself and continued smoking and enjoying the view before his eyes. Soon, his loneliness was interrupted by a female figure that approached him and leaned on the metal handrail to his right.

"Про що так надуто роздумуєш?"(What are you thinking about so dramatically?) - Said a woman with long black hair painted red at the ends. Thin, and visibly fir figure, somewhat tall for a female, 175cm. Smile on her face and a bottle of smuggled German beer in her right hand.

"Та нічого важливого, просто зрозумів що я - копія свого батька"(Nothing important, just thinking that I'm my father's son) - He told and threw the cigarette filter into the water

"Якийсь ти хмурий останнім часом, на то є причини, чи може в тебе просто недотрах і ти граєш депрессивного тінєйджера?"(You are kind of cloudy lately, any particular reason for it, or did you have sex for too long and turned into a depressed teenager?) - Jokingly said she and friendly poked him in his shoulder.

"Не знаю. Настю, мені повильно набридає це все. Може, дійсно варто просто повернутись додому та осісти?"(Not sure. Maybe, Nastya, I should just return home and settle?) - He said melancholically bt also with some happiness in his voice and a barely visible smile

"Вирішуй сам, Костя, але я би не поверталась в місце де тебе ніхто не чекає, якщо я могла б колесити по всьому світу і пірнати у щось нове кожен день."(Decide yourself, Kostya(Short from Constantin), but if i were you, i wouldn't return to a place where nobody waits for me if i could travel around the world and dive into something new everyday.) - She placed her hand with black fingernails on his cheek and brushed it slightly

"Дай собі рішення після того як розберешся з принцесою і не втрачай себе до того"(Give yourself a decision when you are done with the princess and don't lose yourself until then) - She let go off his cheek and went back to other soldiers that were unloading the cargo ship

A/N: And there we are! I hope you liked the first chapter and Constantin. I would appreciate it if you give me some feedback or contact me in any way, I very much enjoy interacting with readers. Cheers.

Fox's mobile phone rang and he picked it up. Familiar female voice spoke to him, only now it was much clearer than from radio

"I've heard that a ship docked in Tokyo settlement today and started unloading military equipment. Is that my promised reinforcements"

"Indeed, your highness. I hadn't received any information regarding what we are supposed to do so i was hoping you would contact me and there you are"

"I have many qualities, but forgetting about things i pay dearly for is not one of them"

"Regarding that, your highness. I was wondering what actually was the reason behind bringing us to Area 11. There seems to be enough forces deployed here and this Zero guy seems like some arrogant kiddo if you ask me"

"The last statement of yours is the one I have to disagree with. You see, Fox. Arrogant he may be, but he is a threat and ways of tactics and strategy are not alien to him. Area 11 is loaded with unused weapons, waiting to return to action and rebellious spirit. Such a figure may prove dangerous and I prefer to have a sturdy backline if I am going to engage him in battle"

"Welp, if you say so. My fellas are here for the coin. What are the orders?"

"We are preparing an attack on the most numerous terrorist organization called Japan Liberation Front, JLF for short. Their base has been located by our intelligence and I am gathering my forces near Narita. Your orders for now are to join Brittannian forces there and prepare your men to storm a heavily fortified position. I will send the coordinates shortly. When there, we will discuss the battle plan in detail. Copy that?"

"Roger. Will be there as soon as possible"

"Good. For further inquiry contact general Darlton. I left his contacts in the massage. Over and out, Fox" - She hung up on him and he read the message that was sent to him.