'We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender'
(Genbu Kururugi)
Though she knew that she would never steal her brother's position as the most patient members of the imperial family, for her talents lay in the realm of combat rather than the art of diplomacy, Cornelia was fully prepared to wait for everything to fall into place before she gave the order that would finally bring an end to the archaic relics of a forgotten age.
She had no doubt that the Japanese Liberation Front would fall to her forces this day, but like any good hunter, she wanted to ensure that her prey's avenue of escape had been completely cut off before moving in for the kill.
Thousands of infantry had been positioned to advance along the trails that were too small for all but the lightest of military vehicles to traverse.
Hundreds of Sutherlands, supported by over 100 Gloucsters, remained hidden from view as their transport trains positioned themselves around the base of the mountains. Ready to deploy as soon as she gave the word.
And over 200 AFVs had readied themselves to commence the bombardment as soon as she was satisfied with the state of her preparations.
She suffered no delusions that this battle would be without losses, but the purple haired royal had done everything she could think of to ensure that the causalities her forces would suffer would pale in comparison to the Eleven scum that dared to not only defy the might of the Empire, but had also used her precious baby sister as a bargaining chip in a game they knew they could not win.
Refusing to accept the fate of their nation was bad enough, and was actually a trait that she could respect to some degree since she too would choose to carry on fighting her enemies instead of surrendering to them. But place Euphemia's life in jeopardy? That was a crime that could only be rewarded with death.
Thankfully, her precious baby sister was now safely sequestered within the heavily armed and armored walls of a mobile command center, whose security was further enhanced by 15 of the 80 knightmares that had been formed to provide an operational reserve.
But like the remaining members of the no longer prominent Purist Faction, whose actions following the death of her brother once again highlighted the need for a long overdue purge if she was to entrust this area to her sister, she had no intention of allowing these 15 carefully selected pilots to join in the long overdue destruction of the JLF.
She suspected that the selected guard was less than enthused at being absent for what was certain to be the last major battle in the empire's campaign to bring Area 11 fully under its heel, but this would not be the first, nor would it be the last time she chose to ignore the grumblings of her soldiers.
All that mattered was that they followed orders. And since everyone under her command knew the penalty of disobeying her orders, Cornelia was fully confident that her troops would do their duty. Even if it was something that amounted to babysitting.
"Your Highness. All our forces are in place. We now only need your word to begin the operation".
Allowing an evil smile to spread across her face, something which she suspected her scarred subordinate was fully aware of, the purple haired princess gave the order the order.
"You may proceed Darlton".
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Though he had long accepted that the Japanese Liberation Front would never enjoy the gift of possessing a numerical advantage over their Britannian foes, something that even the 2 remaining superpowers could not hope to enjoy unless they decided to join forces, General Tatewaki Katase was still rendered speechless by the amount of forces that Cornelia had managed to bring with her this day.
If she had only been equipped with the weapons of a previous era, he had full confidence that the JLF could not only hold their ground, but also inflict a defeat that was so devastating that it would be months before the Britannian's felt confident enough to try again.
For despite outnumbering his infantry forces by a margin of 3 to 1, which appeared to be supported by the equivalent of 2 tank divisions and enough artillery to equip an entire army corps, the Japanese defenders had one advantage that would defeat even Britannia's complete control of the air.
And that was the advantage of fighting defensive campaign in an environment that heavily favored those that made the enemy come to them. Imposing heights, heavily forested slopes, the Narita mountains possessed all the features of a natural fortress. A trait that was further enhanced by the remnants of the Japanese military.
Directed by the few surviving military engineers that had survived the invasion of their homeland, and supplied with generous amount of aid from the 6 Houses of Kyoto, the JLF had been able to turn what had been a previously uncompleted supply depot into the command center for Japan's largest resistance movement.
Secretly concealed elevators that could transport men and material from the depths of the fortress to forested slopes. Expertly concealed trenches that were designed to not only weather the fiercest artillery bombardment, but also give supporting/interlinking fire with the dozens of expertly hidden artillery bunkers. And a small underground factory that produced basic munitions.
With these under his command, Katase believed that would have been able to survive anything that the Britannian Empire could field against him. Even if it was only for a short period of time.
But as was true 7 years ago, the so called Holy Empire had chosen to enter this field of battle with the weapon that made traditional defensive tactics obsolete.
Of course since the invasion, every effort had been expended to better adept to the new age of military warfare, with various degrees of success.
Lacking the resources of the Reich, or the manpower of the Federation, the Japanese Liberation Front's only viable long term strategy for dealing with enemy knightmares was to field their own. But since they lacked the resources to achieve numerical parity with the Empire, not to mention the fact that most of what they did possess was merely refurbished Glasgows, the JLF had to get creative with the resources they did have.
"General Katase? Major Kijiro is reporting that the enemy have an entire battalion advancing on his position. Should I give the order to engage"?
Pulled out of his musings by the professional, yet slightly frantic voice of one of the command center's communication officers, the aged general nodded his head.
"Yes. Give the order".
Knowing that he had just ensured the deaths of at least a thousand Japanese soldiers, who he knew would only manage to inflict a causality ratio of perhaps 1 Britannian for every 3 Japanese despite the moderate shipments of advanced weaponry they had been receiving, Katase did the only thing he could do in this type of situation.
Harden his heart to the suffering of his men, and pray to whatever god that was listening that they took as many of Cornelia's men with them.
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Though he was a high ranking member of the Britannian Army, an army that was not exactly known for fighting its opponents on a fair playing field, General Andreas Darlton nevertheless felt a sense of mild respect for rank and file of the JLF.
Not because of their dedication to a dream that would never materialize.
Or because they were skilled, or lucky enough to survive as Area 11's most powerful resistance group.
No, the scarred officer's respect stemmed from the fact that these terrorists had decided to give up their lives in the only honorable manner that was left to them.
Through the rigors of combat.
He did not believe that that there was such a thing as a good death, for only a fool believed the nonsense that dying for one's country was something to be eagerly sought after. But if one knew that they possessed no chance of escaping their inevitable fate, then the least they could do was try to bring down as many enemies as possible before they sold their lives.
But even a fanatical, if not suicidal defense was going to defeat an enemy that was not only superior in number, but superior in tactics, training, and equipment.
"General sir, 4th squad has detected what appears to be the enemy's first line of defence. Do we have permission to engage"?
Chuckling at the aggressive nature of his soliders, Dartlon nevertheless restrained the first impulse to order the attack to perform the most crucial aspect of any military campaign.
The gathering of intelligence.
"I admire your initiative lieutenant, but first why don't you first describe what were going to be up against before I send you lads rushing in".
Suspecting that the young officer was currently sporting a slightly flushed expression at his rather gentle reprimand, Darlton's amusement turned into one of anticipation as the report revealed just what his boys had come across.
"Ye…Yes sir. The Elevens seemed to have constructed a series of trenches just behind the forest's tree line. Can't get a visual on their exact numbers sir, or for how deep into the woods it goes, but I can confirm that they lack anything heavier than a machine gun".
And just like that, the respect General Andreas Dartlon had previously held for the soldiers of the JLF vanished. For while the tree cover would have concealed the position from aerial surveillance, it nevertheless turned what should have been an adequate defensive position into a death trap.
But unlike the European military, the JLF would never get a chance to absorb the lesson that it was a terrible idea to make a stand in a location where the very environment could be used as a weapon.
"You have my permission to engage the enemy lieutenant. High explosives and incendiaries are to be used to smoke these vermin out".
Receiving the standard 'Yes Sir', Darlton switched his radio frequency to an open channel that would spread his message to not only the remaining 140 knightmares under his command, but also to those who serviced the more traditional branches of the armed forces.
"Men, our scouts have discovered the first of the enemy's defensives. And while they have no hope of defeating us, that does not mean that we can let ourselves get careless. We have the best equipment in the world, and are led by a woman who has never known defeat. So if you want to ensure that you have the continued privilege of serving as soldiers of the Empire, then ensure you prove to these lowly terrorists that Britannian soldiers can fight smart as well as dirty".
Not his best inspiration speech, but it would serve its purpose in reminding his troops that just because they heavily outnumbered and outclassed their enemies, they shouldn't act like they already achieved their victory.
For as every competent solider knew, the enemy had a say in how a battle developed.
"Enemy position destroyed General. Moving into look fo…WHAT THE HELL"!
Letting out a curse as his predication came true, Darlton tried to get the panicking officer to focus when one of the lower ranked scouts reported in.
"General, the enemy's trench system appears to be supported by dozens of carefully concealed rifle pits. They've already managed to take out 3 Sutherlands, and are proving….".
Mentally adding another causality to the list as the communication line was suddenly cut off, Dartlon proceeded to do what he did best.
Give out orders to panicking subordinates.
"5th squad, advance to support 4th squad. 6th, 7th, and 8th squads, deploy your frames in loose skirmish formation and advance behind the 5th. And for god's sakes, keep an eye out for any more 11 pop ups".
Switching the radio frequency to the private command channel that was reserved only for her highness and her most trusted subordinates, the scarred General reported that not only had he engaged the enemy, but that said enemy was more devious than they had expect.
…..
Though he should have felt horror at the carnage that was developing around him, Private Reo Asahi could only experience a cold sense of determination as he aimed one of the few weapons in the JLF's arsenal that could take out the latest version of the weapon that had caused Japan's downfall.
When he and the rest of the 4th company had been assigned to the JLF's first line of fortifications, the young solider had known that the chances of him surviving the battle had fallen to perhaps less than 10 percent.
Which still gave him a greater chance than those who had been given the largely sacrificial job of manning the trench system.
He understood the importance of having cover if one was to remain on the defensive, but frankly whoever decided to place a defensive position at the very edge of the forest was an idiot. If it had been deeper in the woods, then it might have worked, but that still wouldn't have improved the chances of the poor infantry.
For a trench, while able to increase the chances of surviving an enemy attack so long as a shell didn't land directly in it, could just as soon turn into a grave if the enemy was smart enough to take advantage of the environment.
He wasn't sure what was worse.
Dying from having multiple wood splinters pierce your body?
Or from the enemy's massively effective incendiary rounds?
Luckily however, while most of his comrades would unfortunately suffer this fate, his carefully concealed position afforded him a chance to not only more or less chose the exact moment when he would join his fellow soldiers in the sweat embrace of death, but also ensure that he dragged at least one of his nation's foes with him.
For unlike the majority of his squad members, who had been judged by his superiors to be inadequately skilled when wielding one of the few traditional weapons that still had a place on the modern battlefield, Ashai had been equipped with an anti-knightmare rocket launcher, and enough rounds to, if he was lucky, take out an entire knightmare platoon.
Realistically he knew that such a goal was unlikely since his position would be revealed as soon as he fired off the first rocket, but he would be satisfied with taking out at least one frame before joining his comrades in death.
And hearing the unmistakable sound of a 7.5 ton Britannian Sutherland approach his position, along with the growing roar that was too loud to be anything but the main enemy force, the Japanese Private knew that the chance of doing so was finally upon him.
Thus it was with only a slight amount of hesitation that he revealed his position by breaking through the thin layer of camouflage, and raised the weapon that had been specially designed to give the common infantry a chance to take out an enemy that had little inclination to play fairly.
…
6 Sutherlands destroyed.
And 5 damaged enough to need at least a week of repair.
That was the price his troops had paid for breaking through the first line of fortifications that surrounded the mountain based headquarters of the JLF. Though the cost would small when compared to the overall numbers at his command, the fact remained that he was slightly concerned at the fact that an enemy, one who possessed just enough manpower to field a massively understrength army division, managed to inflict at least 3 times as much damage as originally predicted.
However, the scarred military officer had not achieved his rank by being intimidated by the presence of a more determined enemy, and thus was already relaying orders to his faithful subordinates.
"Captain Anderson, take the 6th and 7th knightmare squads and secure our right flank. Captain Davis, your to take the 8th and do the same with our left. You come across any more JLF forces, your to report your position, and let the our main force take care of them. Understood"?
Receiving the standard 'yes sir' from his subordinates, who had been given the important task of ensuring that his advancing force wouldn't suffer the same sort of flanking maneuver that had defeated the Empire's attempts to regain the initiative after its defeat at the Battle of Kursk, Darlton began to convey his intention to his second in command.
Only to be interrupted by a scene that had become all too common during the past 6 years.
But while his instincts, carefully and sharply honed after nearly 3 decades of combat, were sufficient enough to immediately send his knightmare into a position where he could take out the treacherous 11, they were nevertheless insufficient in preventing the JLF trooper from launching his accursed rocket launcher.
…
Fighting the very real urge to savior his victory as the blueish purple knightmare brewed up in flames as the warhead impacted just below the frame's pilot seat, Private Reo Asahi frantically rushed to reload his weapon before the enemy had a chance to recover from his sneak attack.
And due to the endless training he had been forced to undertake during the course of the week, he performed the movements with machine like proficiency.
Crouching to better protect his body from stray shells.
Sliding the armor piercing projectile down the back of the tube.
And raising it above his shoulders to take the next shot, the young JLF frantically searched for his next target.
Only to have the decision taken from him as his body exploded in a rain of blood and guts.
Which highlighted the basic, though not necessarily concrete rule of warfare.
A solider that possessed both experience and high quality equipment was more than likely to triumph over an opponent whose only redeeming quality was to sacrifice themselves for their cause.
But unfortunately for the last remnants of Japan's military, their enemy possessed all 3.
…..
"It's confirmed General. Despite the best efforts of our soldiers, our first lines of defence have been completely breached, and some sectors of our second line of fortifications are currently engaged with the advanced elements of Cornelia's forces. Unless we immediately release our knightmares, I predict that the base will fall within 2 hours".
While he didn't need a messenger to inform him of this, for the electronic map clearly displayed just how poorly the JLF was faring against the latest example of the Empire's military might, General Katase nevertheless appreciated the young officers message since it gave him a chance to collect his thoughts.
"Send the order to our remaining forces in the first line that they are to immediately fall back to our second lines of defence. After that, inform Colonel Hosomi and Colonel Hoshino that they are to immediately shift their forces to support our defending troops".
Receiving the proper, if somewhat rushed salute from his young subordinate, the aging general failed to conceal his distaste as his European provided observer questioned his orders in front of the sole Japanese officer that had achieved victory against the Britannian Empire.
"With all due respect General Katase, I believe that such an order would only hasten your defeat. While I do not deny that your Burais could increase the overall firepower of your defensive units, they are too few in number to achieve what you desire. Wouldn't it be better to keep them concentrated to act as an immediate counter strike force? Yes the enemies Sutherlands, as well as Gloucesters are technologically superior to your standard frames, I doubt that they are superior enough to take on 3 times their number".
Turning to glare at the Japanese born representative of the Reich, Katase was prevented from delivering his rebuke thanks to the intervention of his most valued solider.
"Apologises General Katase, but the sturmbannfuhrer has a valid point. If we are to extend the amount of time our forces can remain engaged with the enemy, then we must wield them wisely. You have already chosen me to lead our entire contingent of European supplied knightmares as a single unified force, so it is my advice that we do the same with our Burais in order to counter our enemies penetrations".
Sighing as he was force to agree with the wisdom of the man who represented the best of the old Japan, the aging general steeled himself as he gave the order that would hopefully ensure the JLF's ability to fight another day.
"So be it Colonel. As the one who is fully aware of what our European machines can accomplish, I am giving you full authority to wield them as you see fit. However, since you are the brightest hope for Japan's future, I am ordering you and the rest of the Holy Swords to act as our last reserve, which will only be deployed if the situation requires it. Do I make myself clear Colonel Todoh"?
Receiving a single nod from his most competent subordinate, Katase turned his attention back to the task that would either see the remaining embers of Japan smothered once and for all, or would develop into the spark that would ignite his country into a victorious revolution.
Fate would soon provide the answer.
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Though she possessed the physical capability to hike through the mountains without requiring frequent rest stops, unlike a certain brash idiot who needed to take a breath every 10 minutes despite being given the lightest amount of equipment to carry, Kallen found herself glad that her position as the Black Knight's most talented knightmare pilot ensured that she was largely spared from such common drudgery.
Of course she would immediately offer her assistance if her comrades required aid, but since their masked leader had instructed her to familiarize herself with every last detail of her highly advanced knightmare, the crimson haired half blood got to enjoy the journey up into the mountains from the relative comfort of the Guren's cockpit.
She still couldn't believe that Zero had given her the honor of piloting the first Japanese designed knightmare, but since it allowed her a greater opportunity to advance the cause her brother had died for, not to mention the fact that it was far more comfortable than the refurbished Glasgow that she normally operated, she would accept the responsibility with nary a word of protest.
She was still confused as to why their masked leader had suddenly ordered the majority of the Black Knights combat power to head into the Narita mountains, a feeling that wasn't helped due to Zero's insistence that he would inform them of the purpose of their journey once they had arrived, but Kallen believed she knew the answer to that.
Training.
While their numbers continued to grow after each and every success against the corrupt officials of the Britannia occupation, espically once it became known that REFRAIN the fact remained that in order to truly free Japan from the Empire, the Black Knights would have to one day challenge the military forces of the Britannian Garrison. Which unfortunately was being led by one of the more competent members of the Emperor's disgustingly large family.
Thus, in order to better prepare the Black Knights for that day when they would start targeting the Britannian military, Kallen rationalized that Zero had decided to lead them on a military training exercise.
Though there were times when she believed that such things were unnecessary.
Yes certain members of their group could benefit from some strenuous training, Tamaki most of all, but Zero had already proven that one didn't necessarily need a highly trained force to achieve victory over an enemy with near infinite resources.
She still didn't know how he managed to pull off his victory in the Shinjuku Ghetto, or the way in which he continued to make a fool of the Britannian forces, his defeat at Saitama non withstanding, but one thing she knew for certain.
He had yet to let her down. And since he was the first person to actually cause her to belief that she may very well live to see Naoto's dream become reality, she would follow him to hell and back.
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Two hundred and 20 infantry, and 25 knightmares.
Small, if not tiny when compared to the overall numbers at his sister's command, or even the relics who foolishly clung to the belief that they could resurrect their former nation.
But as he had demonstrated at Shinjuku, as well as the countless opponents he had been forced to face over the years, even the most crippled underdog had a chance to winning if they had the intelligence to use their strengths to target the enemies weakness.
And while Cornelia was far above Clovis when it came to battlefield leadership, she nevertheless still possessed the same sort of flaw that was inherent in every Britannian commander.
The belief that superiority of numbers all but assured success on the field of battle.
Of course his sister had learned during the course of her career that this was not always the case, since the enemy could always implement tactics that could negate this advantage, but since her current opponent lacked the ability to field quality equipment to compensate for their numerical weakness, as well as the means to quickly replace their losses, Cornelia only had to worry about how many causalities her forces would suffer before they achieved their victory.
Thanks to Geasing a JLF sentry, which also allowed his force to pass by undetected, Lelouch had been able to connect to the radio frequency of the JLF, which revealed that while they were steadily being defeated by Cornelia's forces, they were nevertheless inflicting a higher degree of damage than he had previously calculated.
The Empire would nevertheless be able to claim a victory, but the exiled royal suspected that the cost of achieving said victory would be concealed from the public in order to maintain the already damaged image that Britannia could easily defeat any opponent who dared challenge it.
Such a shame that he had no intentions of allowing the battle to reach its inevitable blood soaked conclusion.
The surprising effectiveness of the JLF had given him momentary pause since his plan would also cause heavy causalities to their forces, but in the end he decided that it didn't matter.
For despite their best efforts, the reputation of the JLF had already suffered a unrecoverable blow thanks to the efforts of the late Kusakabe, which meant that even if large numbers of the organization managed to survive the battle, they would lack the support to rebuild their organization to what it once was.
Which greatly suited his plans to transform the Black Knights into Area 11's most powerful resistance group.
For either the JLF would fade into obscurity, bereft of the support it had once enjoyed, or it would be absorbed into his own organization as they realized that the Black Knights offered the best hope of achieving what they had long sought to establish.
But he was getting ahead of himself.
Before he could even contemplate supplanting the JLF, or even the more immediate goal of capturing his militaristic sibling, he had to inform his forces of the true nature of their little mountain hike.
He had no doubt that some of them would question his decision, with that idiot Tamkai probably going so far as to demand that he hand over leadership to him, but in the end he would show them that this was nessesary for achieving not only their dream, but his as well.
For while the Black Knights had solidified its reputation as a defender of the people, its continued growth required a victory, or at the very least a recognized draw, over the military forces of the Britannian Empire.
Such an outcome would result in not only increased numbers of recruitment, especially amongst those whose skills could only benefit his growing revolution, like that reporter who leaked the information about Cornelia's deployment to Narita, but also increased support from those who supplied the resistance movements of Area 11 with military equipment.
Their backing was necessary if he wished to do more than play the part of a modern day Robin Hood, and as he had told Kallen at their hide out, the 6 Houses of Kyoto were already testing them to see if they were indeed worthy of such backing.
Luckily, his plan to engage his sister's forces involved significantly reducing her forces before he gave the order to engage, which would help to ensure that he did not have a repeat performance like Saitama. Which would result in 2 outcomes in which he by no means relished.
The first involved yet another setback to his plans to destroy the nation that had killed his mother and then cast Nunally and him aside. But the second was even more irksome.
For as bad as she currently was, Lelouch believed that C.C. would become even more insufferable if he once again found himself abandoned by his allies.
And since she was already an annoying pest to begin with, he had no intention of making her worse.
…..
Request to increase the Wehrmacht's budget for its new Middle Eastern bases. Approved.
Request by Speer to build a new Norwegian research facility that is close to a factory that produces something called heavy water. Hmmm? Approved but will have him explain to me why he wants this to be done.
Request from Reichsgruppe Africa to resume shipments of military hardware to the resistance groups of Southern Africa. Pending until Karina can assure me that the Reich cannot be directly tied to the shipments should they ever get discovered.
And finally…now this was interesting.
While I grudgingly accepted that my position required me to devote large amounts of my time to the often mind numbing task of paper work, I nevertheless had to admit that there were times when certain pieces of information caught my interest.
Usually, such occurrences dealt with military experiments, intelligence reports on what our enemy and so called allies were up to, but now and again, I was confronted something that I would have never before expected.
Like a report about an assassination attempt on my most trusted ally.
Such a thing was not uncommon, for Karina's position, as well as my own, ensured that we had both been targeted by those who wished us permanently gone, but the nature of this report was highly unusual.
For unlike most assassination attempts on the head of the ISD or myself, where the would be killer would be instantly killed before an investigation was launched to discover how such an individual could have gotten so close, Karina had seen fit to keep this assassin alive.
A fate that I was certain that they would soon come to regret.
For even though the age of this would be assassin was on the young side, the report ranges it from 15-16, Karina has a very well deserved reputation for being a cruel and unusual individual when it comes to making the tough decisions. And since she has already overseen the transport of thousands of individuals into our prison system, which isn't exactly a model for human kindness, I doubt that the torture of one more enemy combatant, young though they might be, will trouble her too much.
Thank god I didn't sign that ridiculous treaty regarding the treatment of captured foreign agents. Yes it means that Britannia and the Chinese can do whatever they want to my agents should they get captured, but most of them are too skilled in order to be caught. And even if they were, its not like they were told anything important.
Only a fool entrusts a spy with every aspect of their mission.
And as much as Britannia wishes for the opposite to be true….I am no fool.
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Hey everybody. Sorry for the long wait, but other stories, life, have gotten in my way. So hopefully this chapter makes up for it XD.
Was my original intention of having the Battle of Narita as one chapter, but to do it justice (i.e. portray the changes/ minorly divert from the cannon battle, decided to split it).
Shown that the JLF is a little more prepared for this battle than in the show. (i.e. hidden bazooka infantry, better knightmare deployment) And will continue on from there.
Finally gotten round to a Kallen POV segement, as well as another Lelouch one. Think I portrayed both accurately, what with Kallen's soon to be firmly cemented loyalty, and Lelouch's mindset going into battle and perceptions of the improved JLF.
And of course, no chapter of mine would be complete with some screen time with my Dictator OC XD.
Already have him trying to break the agreement he made with the Emperor about leaving Africa alone, as well as two aspects that I have been thinking about for a while XD. One of which will be expanded in the next chapter.
Anyways, now to answer some questions that have been posed to me by faithful readers/followers of this story XD
Chancellor ZVE
Question: Why do I get the feeling that the confrontation between Richter and the "lime-haired b**ch" will become the most violent cat fight in the history of the Code Geass universe?
Answer: Because you have good instincts XD. Will also have a violent/unfriendly confrontation(s) between Krueger and the Vampire…but much different context than Richter and the Knight of 9.
Question: Is that Professor Heisenberg who I think it is?
Answer: Yes. Inspired from the rewatching the first scene of the 1998 American Godzilla to start implementing this into the story.
Question: What is your opinion on the idea of one of the officers of the Reich being like Colonel Radec from Killzone 2? If I remember correctly, you already borrowed and adapted a speech from Killzone in the very first chapter of this story so I am wondering if you might consider the idea of a 'Colonel Radec' managing and leading the more traditional ground forces of the Wehrmacht. Like you said, the Reich is relying on the more traditional aspects of modern warfare while Reich officers are magnitudes better than Britannia's, and since the Reich Knightmares are considered for ELITE pilots only with capable officers already, surely there must be capable officers for the other branches of the Wehrmacht, including the non-Knightmare ground elements. What do you think?
Answer: Hmmm. Was my intent to use real life figures for high ranking roles (i.e. generals, gurellias, scientists, ministers) but I suppose I could. And yup. Like the German army of world war 2, there are specialists for specific types of warfare.
Anyways, that's it for now.
The next chapter will be a while since while I have a basic idea of what to do, I do want to spend time on other stories XD.
Anyways, please review, no flames.
Heil Europa.