"No plan survives first contact with the enemy"
(Field Marshall Helmuth von Moltke)
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Keeping her narrowed gaze focused on the hanging prisoner, the leader of Europe's internal security forces barely reacted as the overseer of this particular secret prison, a pretty yet blank faced Sturmhauptführer by the name of Lidia, went over the current condition of her would be assassin.
"Apart from the swelling in his forehead, which you'll be happy to note Madam Director has not affected the parts of the brain that deals with memory, the facilities medical staff have discovered numerous scars on the prisoner's back, as well as several indicators of past breaks in both his arms and legs. You'll also be pleased to know that during the standard search for hidden toxins, we have removed 3 cyanide capsules hidden in his teeth, and another one concealed beneath what appears to be a birthmark".
Acknowledging the information with a slight nod, Karina turned her head slightly as she addressed her other subordinate.
"And what about the items that were found on his person? Surely there must have been something on his person to reveal who he is"?
Though slightly twitching at the warning tone of his superior officer, Obersturmführer Yakov Androv shook his head in the negative.
"I am sorry Madam Director. Apart from his array of weaponry, which comprised solely of a high quality switch blade and the pistol he used to try and….kill you, all that he carried was some Euros, and an identity card that is highly suspected to be a forgery".
Frowning as she contemplated what to do with this information, and idly noting that Androv was currently wearing an expression that all but begged to be elsewhere lest she take out her frustration on him, the blond haired leader of the ISD issued her waiting subordinates with new instructions.
"Obersturmführer rank, run a check in our data base to see when the information for this assassin was added. If he's a traitor, I suspect that the Gulag will be happy to receive him, and whoever else he's close with, for a short but intensive stay If on the other hand he's a foreign agent….well then thank God the Chancellor never signed that ridiculous agreement governing how were to treat captured spies. As for you Sturmhauptführer, prep him for immediate interrogation. I want adrenaline shots, hallucinogens, and your finest medical staff to be ready with my usual equipment. No point in letting the coward enjoy our hospitality without ensuring that he'll be around to experience each and every activity we have to offer after all".
Receiving a slight, but nevertheless firm nod from the black haired Russian, Karina turned to exit the room, only to stop at the door as her creative mind provided her with another option that would further punish the fool that had tried to kill her.
"Also have all of the prisoner's teeth removed. I don't doubt the thoroughness of your methods Sturmhauptführer, but it never hurts to be too cautious. And even if you discover no further hints of concealed cyanide, at least you'll be sparing the Gulag dentists another patient with broken teeth".
Leaving the room after she received another nod of acknowledgement from her emotionless subordinate, the head of Europe's security forces ran her hand over the two holes that now adorned her black colored uniform.
The first hole was a result of the assassin trying to use a knife to stab her in the belly, while the second hole lay just underneath the valley that separated the bottom part of her breasts.
If she had been anyone else, except perhaps the man she had willingly sworn to serve, such an attack would have immeadtly meant her end. But since her position afforded her access to the Reich's most advanced military equipment, which in this case meant a proto type body armor that was both durable yet easily concealed, she was able to survive the attack long enough to deliver an immediate counterattack that rendered her assailant unconscious.
Such attempts were not a unknown occurrence to the woman who helped transform the EU into the superpower it was today, but what struck her odd about this attempt was the speed of her would be assassin.
One minute he was standing perhaps 10 meters away from her, and in the blink of an eye, she felt the pressure of a knife being jabbed into her protected belly, and a gun discharging a bullet from a range that even an idiot couldn't fail to fuck up.
It was only thanks to her well maintained combat instincts that allowed her to take her would be killer off guard before he aimed for her head, but the question still remained how the hell did he manage to get that close to her to begin with.
It was a question that she was sure to ask him once he woke up.
….
Though she still possessed the confidence that her forces would achieve victory over the broken remnants of the old Japan's military, Cornelia had to admit that the efforts in achieving said victory were far more costly than she had previously imagined.
She had expected the forces of the JLF to put up a fanatical defence before being crushed beneath the heel of this latest example of Britannian military prowess, but no one, not even her genius of an older brother, could have predicted just how effective these Eleven terrorists could be when they focused their efforts on more noble, if futile endeavors than kidnapping innocent civilians.
Penetrating the first line of fortifications on her portion of the front had cost her 7 Sutherlands and more than a dozen AFVs, with 5 more knightmares, 2 of which had been Gloucesters, and another 10 AFVs being lost in consolidating their position before advancing to the JLF's next defensive line.
And just like the first set of fortifications, her forces had to contend with not only more concealed artillery, but also dozens of those deadly annoyances that disturbingly reminded her of her efforts in the Arabian peninsula.
Thankfully, the JLF was in far smaller number, and possessed less cover than that of the forces of the former Middle Eastern Federation, but they were still deadly, and plentiful enough to take out at least another dozen of her precious knightmares before her trailing artillery could implement a strategy that effectively neutralized this threat.
If they hadn't threatened the safety of her sister, the purple haired princess might have felt a touch of sympathy for the Elevens who were forced to endure a bombardment that wouldn't be out of place during a campaign against a foe of equal, if not superior strength. But since they had, Cornelia could only look in satisfaction as the landscape was transformed into a series of craters.
Sadly however, she would be prevented from enjoying the suffering of her enemies as the voice of her trusted military advisor spoke out over the secured COMM channel.
"Your highness. My forces have broken through the JLF's second line of defence and are rapidly approaching what appears to be their third, and final position".
Pleased at having subordinates who were not only loyal, but more importantly competent, the purple haired princess resisted her first impulse to give the order to advance in order to ask what was sadly proving to be a necessary question.
"And what's the state of your forces Darlton? Do you believe that you have a sufficient amount to not only force a break through, but also to secure your flanks and successfully engage whatever reserves the JLF may have sequestered away for their final defence. Tell me honestly Andreas, and I will give you the honor of ending this battle".
Though she was sure the use of familiarity was somewhat inappropriate due to the nature of their current situation, Cornelia nevertheless wanted to convey just how much she valued the scared general's ability to analyze not only the capabilities of the enemy, but also of his own forces.
A prudent move as it turned. For like herself, Darlton had also suffered higher than expected losses during the course of their campaign.
"I confess your highness that while I have sufficient forces to accomplish the first two tasks, I am less than fully confident of achieving the third since I have no idea of the resulting ratio between the JLFs potential reserve and the forces that I will have after defeating their third line of defence".
Having expected such an answer from her subordinate, who like her kept quiet about the possibility of achieving a pyric victory should he choose to advance with the forces he had on hand, Cornelia moved to decrease the chances of this happening.
"Since you appear to be closer to the entrance of the enemy's base than I am, I'll be reinforcing your command with not only 3 squads from our reserves, but also two of the squads that are attached to my section of the front. Will that be enough to accomplish the task I set before you Darlton"?
Unsurprisingly, the expected protest to her decision came not from the most experienced solider in her service, but from her most trusted subordinate.
"Princess, I highly suggest that you consider your decision. With the Elevens resisting much more effectively than we previously predicted, it would be wiser to maintain the present size of our forces should the enemy launch a counterattack".
Chuckling at the concern shown to her by her bespectacled knight, as well as the way in which he tried to hide it by providing an excuse that had to do with military logic, Cornelia's tone softened ever so slightly as she allayed the fears of her loyal knight.
"If this was any other foe Guildford, I would agree with you. But since the tactics these Elevens have adopted are soley defensive in nature, I am confident that whatever reserves they have left will be used to try and keep Darlton from breaching their final defensive line. Though some of them may lack the ability to make this decision, in which case my remaining forces are more than capable of defending themselves. Or do you think that some of the finest soldiers in the Britannian Army can't handle a desperate last offensive by a defeated group of ill equipped terrorists"?
Pleased at the short laugh of her subordinate, which she took to mean that he accepted her reasoning, Cornelia switched her radio channel to a more open frequency as she gave the orders that would change the outcome of her campaign of eradication.
"To all units except the 7th and 9th knightmare squads. You are to immediately cease offensive combat operations and go onto the defensive. Destroy any remaining enemy personnel in your immediate vicinity, but you are to advance no further".
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Grateful that his helmet prevented his subordinates from seeing his face, for it wouldn't benefit his developing image if the Black Knights had seen his less than composed expression during Tamaki's near lethal insubordination, Lelouch moved to the next stage of his plan. Which had unexpectedly had been made much easier thanks to the surprising competence of the JLF.
Thanks to their efforts, which managed to almost meet his high expectations despite clear evidence that they had yet to field their most brilliant commander, the JLF had placed his sister in a position where she not only recognized the need to reinforce her subordinates with some of her forces, but also the need to adopt a more defensive strategy in order to compensate for her lack of numbers.
All of these things made his task much easier.
For thanks to his ability to listen in on JLF communiques, he not only had confirmation of his sister's location, but also the destination of where the main Britannian force would be.
Even if he hadn't planned on turning the very landscape into a weapon, the distance between Cornelia and her forces was sufficient enough to not only give him enough time to seize his primary objective, but also beat a hasty retreat once had had done so.
However, since his plans rested on the time honored strategy of using the physical nature of the battlefield to his own ends, not only would he increase the amount of time for enemy reinforcements to arrive, but it would also serve to further weaken the already battered Britannian forces.
And if there was one thing he had learned about the military capabilities of the Empire, whether if it was against the countless insurgents that existed in its colonial areas, or nations unfortunate enough to draw its hungry attention, the Britannian Army heavily relied on its ability to outnumber and outgun its opponents.
But remove that advantage, and the army that had once been reckoned to be nigh invincible would become something approaching a paper tiger.
Gleefully anticipating this highly desirable outcome, Lelouch was broken from his musings by the voice of the woman who could one day, if fate was kind, stand head to head against the most powerful warriors of the Empire.
"Zero, we're all in position. Give the word and we'll make these Brit bastards pay for ever setting foot in Japan".
Silently chuckling at Kallen's barely restrained bloodlust, something which he would eventually have to temper lest she turn into the Black Knights' version of the Knight of Ten, the exiled royal gave the order that the JLF had intended to give only as a last resort.
"Then by all means Q-1. Begin the operation".
Suspecting that the red haired pilot was slightly disappointed that her first use of the Guren's primary weapon wasn't being used on an enemy knightmare, Lelouch could only watch with growing excitement as the first step of his master plan was implemented.
….
While not one to normally allow his temper to get the better of him, something that was both a curse and a blessing considering the fact that he was the highest ranking officer that remained of the old Japanese military, General Katase felt that the developing situation more than warranted an outburst of volcanic rage.
"WHO ORDERED THE CHARGES TO BE SET OFF"?
Casting his gaze towards the small number of officers who had once belonged to the Japanese Army's Engineering Corps, the furious general quickly found an outlet for his rage as a understandably nervous lieutenant answered his question.
"No…no one sir. As far as our sensors can tell, all of our charges are still in tact and are waiting to blow. But due to the current situation, such an act may..".
"May as well be useless since the damage has already been done".
Finishing the junior officer's statement with a glare, and doing his best to fight off the increasing feeling of dread, Katase turned towards the display that until 5 minutes ago, had been filled with lights that designated the positions of not only the enemy's forces, but his as well.
"I apologize if my words overstep my position General Katase, but I do believe that the current situation is not as bleak as it appears to be".
Fists tightening in anger as he turned to face the representative of the nation that had increased the JLF's ability to bleed the Britannian Army, the aging general managed to somehow control the volume of his voice as he all but growled at the blue haired officer.
"And how did you come to that conclusion Major Hyuga? In case you haven't noticed, this landslide has wiped out nearly 80% of my remaining forces, which as you may have noticed includes a sizeable portion of our knightmare reserves. So please tell me boy, how on earth is this situation not bleak"?
Unfazed by the General's less than pleased reaction, though his eyes briefly narrowed at the way in Katase ignored his rank in favor of its traditional equivalent, Akito kept his tone level as he explained the reason for his earlier observation.
"For starters General, while the landslide has indeed all but wiped out your remaining infantry, it has nevertheless inflicted equal, if not superior damage to Britannian forces. And while it is indeed true that you have love an additional 20 Burais to add to the 15 you have already lost, you still have 55 frames remaining. With over half of them I may add are more than a match for the knighmares that are currently being fielded by Britannian forces".
Though he had to concede the validity of the ISD officer's argument, Katase's anger at the situation was still present as he listed what he thought was a strong counter to the observation he had just been handed.
"While this may be true, do you honestly expect 55 knightmares, nearly half of which are Burais , to take on and defeat the labelled as the Goddess of Victory"?
The answer he received was one that not only soothed his understandable anger, but also, perhaps for the first time since Kusakabe's idiocy, left him with a slightly more positive outlook for his nation's future.
"Your forgetting General, while the Cornelia's forces do still outnumber your own, albeit by a more reasonable ratio than before, they are not only divided, but also heavily damaged, and too far apart to adequately support each other. And since you possess a field commander who has already proven capable of achieving a victory despite being out numbered and out gunned, I think you have enough forces left to do what every military commander wishes to do".
Knowing exactly what the blue haired Sturmbannfuhrer was suggesting, Katase turned towards one of the more confused looking communication officers with a look that strangely enough resembled that of the man responsible for his current misfortunte.
"Contact Todoh. Inform him that he is to advance at once".
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Though an experienced veteran of dozens of campaigns, General Andreas Darlton had to admit that this was the first time he had ever faced an enemy that could literally bring a mountain down upon his head.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had positioned his knightmare behind the wreckage of a knocked out artillery bunker, the scarred general would have probably suffered the fate of most of his men. Something which would have no doubt caused even further panic amongst his now suffering troops.
Casting his gaze around him in order to gain a better understanding of just how damaged his forces had become thanks to this obviously desperate move, Darlton's attention was quickly diverted by the voice of the woman he had sworn to serve.
"General Darlton come in? Are you reading me? Andreas, if your alive please respond".
Hearing the undertone of worry in his princess's otherwise stressed voice, the Britannian general quickly moved to respond before he could increase her concern.
"I read you your highness. And thank god your alright. For a minute there, I thought that perhaps these JLF bastards had managed to do what the Arabs and those damn 12's had failed to do".
Receiving a quick humorless chuckle from the purple haired royal, Dartlon continued to survey the changed landscape as he listened to Cornelia's update of the situation.
"As I've stated on previous occasions Dartlon, I'm not that easy to get rid of. Though it appears that this hasn't prevented the JLF from trying. Apart from Guildford and 3 other members of my guard, I only have 15 Sutherlands remaining. I take it that your forces have also suffered heavily from this cowardly, if effective tactic"?
His eyes finishing their observation, the scarred general released a heavy sigh as he answered the question.
"Unfortunately that is correct your highness. In addition to losing nearly all of my AFVS, I only have 15 Sutherlands and 8 Gloucesters in battle ready condition. Thankfully though, the enemy appears to be in far worse condition. I have no visual on any JLF survivors, and their artillery seems to have been silenced as well".
His words earning a displeased hum from his purple haired commander, Dartlon, while agreeing with his princess's decision, nevertheless let out a slight gasp of disbelief as she issued orders that she had only uttered during her first day of command.
"Begin a slow withdrawal to the enemy's 1st defensive position General. With our forces depleted to this extent, it would be wiser to consolidate our forces before we resume the offensive. I trust that you can hold out long enough for our reserves and my own surviving force to link up with you"?
Agreeing full heartedly with this decision, for only a fool would choose to press own in the face of such casualties, Darlton moved to acknowledge the order, only to have the terrified voice of one of his surviving pilots come over his more open frequency.
"General, we have incoming. Multiple targets, and..OH SHIT THEY HA…".
Hearing the resulting explosion that signified the reason why the transmission had been suddenly cut off, Darlton suddenly became increasingly aware of just how difficult his situation had become as the voice of another pilot, one whose military career had started during the middle years of the European War, managed to finish the report of his now deceased comrade.
"Enemy knightmares advancing in wedge formation, and..OH SHIT! THEY GOT PANZERS"!.
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Though outnumbering the Britannian force by a ratio of more than 2 to 1, Lieutenant Colonel Kyoshiro Tohdoh possessed only a sliver of his subordinate's optimism as he gave the necessary orders to ensure that the JLF derived the most use out of this temporary situation.
"Senba. Urabe. Divert your squads to the left flank. Asahina, have your squad maneuver around the enemy's right flank. Chiba, you and your squad are to follow me. Do you all understand your orders"?
Nodding his head as his subordinates replied in a manner that would have made any Japanese officer proud, the veteran allowed a small, but nevertheless visible smile to spread across his features as he listened to the enthusiasistic banter of his fellow, if lower ranked, officers.
"Hey Senba. A bottle of Sake says that my boys take out more Brits than yours".
"Sadly Urabe I will have to pass since I have no wish to pollute my body with the swill you sadly seem to favor".
"You two are deluding yourselves if you think you'll outscore me. Or did you forget that I have more of these clunky European frames than either one of you".
"A shame that we are forced to rely on foreign machines to help free our nation. But I have to admit, the Panzers, not to mention the Vikings, are a touch more….durable than the refurbished Glasglows we've been forced to use".
Mildly agreeing with his female subordinate's sentiment regarding the necessity of using machines that had been designed and manufactured out of Japan, Todoh was prevented from voicing his own opinions thanks to the triumphant voice of Asahina.
"I have eyes on the enemy. And…damn….don't know who caused the avalanche, but they definitely made our job easier".
Frowning at the younger officer's comment, for it failed to address the losses they themselves had suffered, the JLF's most seasoned commander chose to reprimand his bespectacled subordinate later as one of their troops destroyed the nearest enemy Sutherland.
His mind now focused on destroying an enemy that was probably as desperate as it was depleted, and fighting down the very real impulse to laugh at how fucked his enemy was right now, Todoh drove his troops on.
…..
As a long serving solider of Britannia's numerous campaigns to establish a new era of peace, General Andreas Darlton had developed that near instant ability to analyse a situation, and then act on what he deemed to be the best course of action.
And though such an act was distasteful to a man who served under the Empire's most successful military commander, especially since there was no guarantee that it would ensure success, the scarred officer gave the order that all soldiers hated to give.
"All units retreat. I repeat. Retreat".
Having given the distasteful order, Dartlon proceeded to maneuverer his knightmare so as to not only provide his fleeing troops a rearguard, but also to get a better look at these unexpected frames.
While the JLF had modified the machines to better suit their personal styles, these modifications had largely been cosmetic, and had in fact been quite pleased to leave the basic design of the European frames intact.
And for good reason.
Introduced during the early middle years of the Great War, the Panzer Hummel had been specifically designed to stand against the Empire's endless wave of Glasgows, with only minor modifcations being needed to make it more than a match for the Sutherlands. Of course even with the heavy armor and weapons the Panzer could still be beaten by the Empire's standard frame, though only if massively outnumbered and at very close range, but the bulky frame nevertheless provided the beleaguered EU with a much needed tool to delay its ruin.
However, since he currently only had 13 Sutherlands and 8 Gloucesters to stand against the JLF's force of 55 frames, 30 of which were Panzers, Darlton knew that the usual tactic of dealing with the European frame was unavailable to him.
Especially since the enemy was also equipped with the frame that had been designed to challenge the Empire's more elite units.
Though produced in smaller quantities than its more tank like counterpart, the Viking was both agile, well armed, and could endure the same sort of punishment that one would expect a close range knightmare to endure. Initially, the designers of the Viking frame had wished to make the frame transform into a quadrupedal tank version of itself, but the time and resources it would take to design and produce such a machine where deemed to be too expensive and time consuming.
However, such thoughts were quickly driven from Darlton's mind as he strove to keep one step ahead of his enemy.
Dodging a particularly devastating volley, which sadly destroy 2 of his remaining Sutherlands.
Shooting out the treads of one of a particular stubborn Panzer.
These were things the Britannian General was able to accomplish before his newest challenger, a Viking that had been painted pure black, made an attempt to cut his frame in two.
He managed to block the blow with his frame's tonfa, but such a move cost him his chance to prepare to defend himself from being attacked in the rear.
And unlike the opponent that had sought to split his Gloucester right down the middle, this one sough a more crippling strike.
Cursing as his frame collapsed to the group, for even the most advanced knightmare required two legs if it was to stand upright on a sloped field of battle, the veteran general let out a small apology to his princess for failing to complete her orders.
…..
Waking up in pain was something that the brown haired teen had long since gotten used to since his induction into the Geass Order.
Waking up to find himself restrained, and attached to numerous cables was also something that was sadly not uncommon for the young assassin. For his superiors had gone to great lengths to not only ensure that he could endure anything the enemy could throw at him, but also to remind him of the consequences of failure.
What was not familiar to him however was the throbbing sensation that was coursing through his entire mouth, and the identity of the person standing in front of him.
"Oh terrific your awake. I do apologize for the accommodations, but sorry to say that this facility doesn't normally deal with those of your profession. I trust that you aren't too displeased"?
Grasping his chin in a iron like vice, the purple eyed teenager was instantly aware of the trouble he was in as he was forced to stare directly into the smiling expression of the woman he had been ordered to kill.
"I must say, its not every day I have someone trying to kill me. Not sure I like being on the opposite end of an attempted assignation. Which means you and I will be spending far more time together than would normally be the case. Now, lets start with something simple. What is your name"?
Offering only a glare at the smiling leader of the Reich's Internal Security Division, and mustering the necessary courage to do what his instructors told him he should do if he was ever captured, Rollo closed his jaw to dislodge the hidden suicide pill, only to discover that not only was the tooth that contained the pill absent, but so was the rest of his teeth.
Sighing in disproval at this rather obvious attempt to escape what was to come, Karina Richter motioned with her finger to one of her subordinates, and watched with mild interest as electricity travelled from the control panel and into the screaming prisoner's body through the use of cables attached to his covered groin.
Waiting for the screams to subside, the German woman regarded the captured spy with a look that did not bode well for his future.
"Shall we try this again? I mean, don't get me wrong, your never getting out of here alive, but why make it more painful on yourself? Just tell me what I want, and I'll let you pass on relatively pain free. So again, what is your name"?
Receiving only a glare at her repeated question, Karina sighed and turned towards her waiting adjutant.
"Inform Berlin that my return will be delayed by a few hours. If the Chancellor inquires why I have been delayed, inform him that I'm currently in the midst of intelligence retrieval. Understood"?
Receiving a nod from her competent subordinate, and motioning for the remaining officer to once again flick the switch, the blonde leader of the ISD settled in for what was certain to be a long experience.
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ANNNNNNNNND I think that's enough for now XD
Apologises, meant to have the Battle of Narita as a 2 parter, however I think its now gonna be a 3 parter XD.
Finally got to the point where I can start deviating from the basic canon storyline. Minus the existences of a Dictatorship in Europe of course lol.
Now to recap…..I feel no sympathy for Rollo, his current fate. However, I admit that I could have used another Geass agent to accomplish my vision of what I want to happen, but I don't like Rollo, so this felt much better XD.
Yes the JLF has suffered heavy losses in the battle, and landslide, but with better machines (i.e. not refurbished Glasgows) they are able to not only inflict greater losses on the enemy, but ensure that more of their own forces remain intact. Unsure of how many will survive once battle is over (what with the Lancelot, Purists, etc) but can safely say that I intend the JLF to retain SOME knightmare forces, instead of having them abandon the frames before their ship to no where.
Hope you liked my take on the European frames versus Brit frames. The sense I got from the series (i.e. the scene were it takes the Lancelot to win the beachhead, the Alexander taking on Euro-Brit frames) was that Europe CAN produce good frames. Its just that the Empire's custom ones are superior to standard.
Will expand on Darlton's fate in the next chapter, as well as Cornelia's battle against Zero. But the course of the battle will be changed since she now has an enemy to worry about behind her as well as in front of her.
And now to answer questions
Chancellor ZVE
During the scene when General Darlton was ordering his Knightmare squads to cover their flanks after losing Knightmares to the first defense line, you mentioned that he was interrupted by the scene of that one JLF trooper launching his rocket and destroying a Knightmare which was "too common during the past 6 years". Is this a reference to when Cornelia was nearly killed by that one rocket trooper during the MEF war, or is he referring to some past battles with the Reich during the Great War after the Battle of Kursk?
Answer: Both. Will be expanding upon the idea later, but the first major/large scale use of rocket launchers for infantry happened during the Great War. With other nations adopting similar tactices/being supplied by Europe in the following years. Cheaper to make a anti knightmare rocket than a knightmare afterall. At least that's my vision.
When Lelouch Geassed that JLF sentry, was it specific in that his orders were to ignore the Black Knights' presence, or was it too broad in that the JLF sentry should ignore ANY anomalous presence in his area? Reason I'm asking is because if the sentry just ignored the Black Knights only, then nothing would seem amiss to JLF command if they checked in on the sentry when the battle commences, but if the sentry was to ignore ANYTHING, which might extend to the battle itself, then wouldn't JLF command know something is wrong in the sentry's area when they check in and consolidate their forces for the Britannian attack?
Answer: To be honest, hadn't given it much thought. Always sort of assumed that the sentry was positioned to far away from the Britannian lines to notice anything. (i.e. positioned in an area that isn't important, but needs at least one person to look after it). Which would explain how Lelouch managed to conceal his forces as they got into position. Geass is good, but it cant solve everything.
On the subject of Karina managing to get her hands on that assassin that tried to kill her, most likely sent by that immortal midget, how much does Chancellor Krueger and the Reich know about Geass in general? If it's a major plot point, then you don't have to answer.
Answer: Will be addressing that answer soon.
Fuhrer of Europe
My first question being, is the would-be assassin a certain self-inflicted heart-stopper or just some random generic assassin sent from a certain midget?
Answer: Think I answered that well enough XD. As well as how she survived.
As for my second question, how long is the would-be assassin going to last, and if he's going to die first or squeal? The fact that because Karina has been labelled by you as an 'Esdeath-esque' type of character, I'm of the mind that the assassin would likely die or become brain dead long before they can get any useful information out of him, but just imagine the possibilities if the Reich actually accomplishes getting some info out of the assassin and what secrets he holds, considering who he is most likely affiliated with.
Answer: He WILL provide SOME useful information. On how long he lasts, or how much he gives, to be determined XD.
Anyways.
Hope you all enjoyed this.
PLZ review. No flames.
Til next time.
HEIL EUROPA.