Code Geass Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Rebellion of the Enders ❯ To World's End ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

Before the story begins, I'd like to point out that there are obviously some differences in the storyline for this Zone of the Enders and Code Geass crossover.

 

-Britannia is not the only superpower on Earth during World War III. The Neo-United States and Britannia conquer nearly 75% of the world together.

 

-The year is obviously set forward about twenty years.

 

-It will take some time to introduce Lelouch and the others, so bear with me.

 

-The Neo-United States uses Orbital Frames while Britannia has Knightmares. The US is more advanced…so far.

 

-Britannia represents the US in the anime, at least I believe so. Just throwing it out there…

 

-Oh yes, there are some cameos of other anime series and such in the story as well, but Code Geass and Zone of the Enders is the main focus in this fanfic. :]

 

Anyway enough of that…on with the show

 

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Turn 1: To World's End

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Jehuty…that was one of BAHRAM's secret weapons…and they wanted him to pilot it. Leo Stenbuck stood in awe of the vast Orbital Frame. Slender in its design, it possessed a blade on its right `hand' and small wings to give it flight. From what he overheard from the scientists standing around him, Jehuty was a one of a kind Orbital Frame. They went even so far as to say it would be able to win the war for the US.

 

But was that what Leo wanted? To serve the US after the tragedies this country forced him to endure. Taking his family away from him, throwing him in jail, and they expected him to pilot the one machine that could help them the most? Leo closed his eyes and looked away in pain. This was too hard to bear for him.

 

Suddenly, he felt a cold hand placed on his shoulder. Daring to open his eyes and look up, he saw the devil he made a deal with…

 

`Nohman.' A name that made his stomach churn. He remembered the conversation they had once Leo arrived at BAHRAM HQ.

 

“I can reunite you with your family, Leo Stenbuck,” Nohman promised him, pacing around the boy sitting in the middle of the interrogation room.

 

Those words alone brought the life back in Leo's blue eyes. Snapping his head up at Nohman, he asked, “Where are my parents? Tell me! Are they safe?”

 

Nohman stopped in front of the boy and smiled, his bony fingers cupping tilting Leo's chin ever so slightly. “That depends on your answer to this question…will you serve your country and join BAHRAM?”

 

“My father served BAHRAM!” Leo slapped Nohman's hand. “He was loyal to your cause, and yet he was discharged! For what…? For not taking innocent lives?”

 

“The situation with your father is far more complicated than that.”

 

“Too complicated for a child to understand, I guess?” Leo hissed, years of pent-up anger towards the US government seeping through his clenched teeth as he stared a hole into Nohman's skull.

 

“But simple enough to comprehend the consequences of your refusal,” Nohman replied coldly without hesitation. “How you perform with BAHRAM will dictate whether your family lives…or dies.”

 

“What?” Leo snapped. “You can't do that!”

 

“You should realize, boy, that anything is possible with me,” Nohman's evil smile surfaced once again.

 

“Step into the cockpit, Leo,” Nohman told him as he folded his hands behind his back.

 

Leo abided in silence, wary of the consequences of disobedience. The bridge they were on, made the cockpit accessible. Opening the cage to Jehuty's chambers, Leo felt a sudden chill. It felt like Jehuty was calling to him. “I'm just a little nervous,” he shook his hand and continued forward, “that's all.”

 

The cockpit shield was made from a special type of force field that made it easier for the designated runner to enter. Dissipating quickly in small blocks, the shield disengaged and Leo eased himself in. The cockpit was below Jehuty's abdomen, which made it resemble some kind of male organ. Leo tried not to think of such a crude thing, but it was the way many Orbital Frames nowadays were designed compared to Britannia's Knightmare Frames that used the backs of their mechas as cockpits.

 

The seat was reclined, but Leo preferred to stand erect as the shield reengaged. Remembering the days of playing the mecha video games at the arcades, he took hold of the side levers. “How do I start this thing?” he asked himself, his eyes wandering for the `Start' button.

 

All of a sudden with perfect timing, it activated. The gradual hums of parts sparking to life and such grew louder until a screen turned on in front of Leo. The acronyms, `A.D.A.', were highlighted on the light blue screen.

 

“ADA?” Leo read aloud. “What's that?”

 

“Good morning, designated Frame Runner,” it was a female voice as the onboard computer—a cute one at that. “Please enter your I.D. number.”

 

“I.D. number?” It took Leo a moment to think of it. It was the identification number he was given when he was born. “Oh yeah, that number.”

 

After typing in the six digits, ADA continued, “Confirmed, Frame Runner: Leo Stenbuck…Number 360430. Runner registration accepted…Jehuty standing by and awaiting user action.”

 

It was that easy? Leo thought that there was more to it than that. He didn't complain. If it was this easy, then perhaps helping BAHRAM—as hard as that thought was to digest—would be easier than he thought.

 

Nohman turned away from Jehuty, his smile growing more sinister. “Now the real test begins.” He leaned into one of his subordinates' ears and whispered, “Tell Viola it's time.”

 

The soldier nodded and stepped to side to pass along the word.

 

Disappearing into the shadows, Nohman left the young runner alone. If Leo was able to get through this, then Jehuty would indeed be the new forefront for BAHRAM.

 

At least until Target Alpha was retrieved…

 

***

 

“All Dragoons! Focus your attacks on the enemy's Dreadnoughts surrounding the island!”

 

The pilots zipping through the dreary ocean skies shouted in unison over the radio, “Yes, Ma'am!”

 

The large mechs known as Dragoons swarmed around the American warships, displaying their agility as they zigzagged through the machine gun fire from the armadas Vulcans. Their aerodynamic wings allowed the dragon mechas to achieve ultimate maneuverability which was necessary to avoid the homing missiles fired from the main warship of the three Dreadnoughts.

 

“This one is persistent!” one of the pilots being chased by a homing missile complained, banking a right whilst staying low to the rough waters. The sea parted way for the Dragoon and demonstrating its nimbleness again, it made a sharp ascension at Mach 3 speeds. Surely that was enough to rid of that missile?

 

The beeping finally disappeared. “Damn!” he cursed, his gloved grip around the controls tightening. “I thought I was done for there!”

 

“Must be nice!” another pilot told him as he barrel-rolled around the volleys of gunfire, launching his own fusillade of missiles in harmony with his squad from the pods designed into the Dragoons' claws. “I'm having my fun over here!”

 

The rockets veered around the bullet streams and found their mark, rocking the ship in a grand chain of explosions.

 

“Whoo-hoo!” the pilot screamed as he and his squad of ten looped themselves into ascension to join the commander of the operation. “Did you see that? That's one down, Ma'am!”

 

Sitting erect in the cockpit of the largest of the Dragoon models, the blue-haired female lieutenant examined the battle through the holographic screen in front of her. Crossing her legs in her skin-tight pilot suit, she folded her arms below her breast. “Don't celebrate yet,” she scolded in a tone that caught the attention of every soldier. “Don't relent until the Americans are completely devastated. Squads Two and Three…report!”

 

“Squad Two reports!” The squad leader said. “Currently engaging Dreadnought Bravo! We have yet to find an opening, however…”

 

The transmission suddenly cut off. The lieutenant saw the possible reason on the screen. The ship launched a squad of fighter jets to contend with the Dragoons. She cackled, “Hahahahaha! The Americans really believe those outdated Harriers can contest with our Dragoons?”

 

Nevertheless, the Harrier Threes commenced their dogfights with Squad Two's Dragoons, unleashing salvos of unguided missiles and machine gun fire their way. The Dragoons evaded the missiles and bullets easily, locking their arms to their sides and snapping their legs together as they charged the Harriers. They resembled winged missiles, nearly becoming streaks of light as they flashed past the Harriers. Guiding themselves into the hull of the ship, the five Dragoons burst through the steel hull of the Dreadnought and blasted out of the other side. Dreadnought Bravo would soon sink if it didn't detonate first. Snapping out of their transformed states, the Dragoons came to an abrupt halt and whipped around to see the fireworks. The shockwaves of the explosions angered the ocean, waves crashing onto the small island that served as an American base for their communication tower.

 

“Dreadnought Bravo is eliminated, Commander!” Squad Leader Two reported with a sigh of relief.

 

“I see the Dragoon's abilities are optimal,” she said with a small smile.

 

“Yes, Ma'am!”

 

Things were going as planned. The Americans may have been the technological superpower, but the Separatists were once Neo-Americans. When they defected, many scientists came to the side of the Separatists believing the ways of the organization were far more reasonable than the Americans. The Neo-United States of America sought a life in space that few believed in. Instead of independence on Mars, they believed that Mars would become a planet of the Americans. The Separatists believed that Mars and many other planets becoming inhabited should have all countries live together in peace. While the Americans saw this as an impossible dream, the Separatists saw it as a reality and thus divided themselves from the Neo-US to form their own nation—the United Space Forces Alliance. Led by three generals that once served on the President's cabinet, the Space Forces quickly gained supported from other small independent countries not yet conquered by the US or Britannia. Even the Euro Universe—which consisted of countries such as Africa and Russia—and surprisingly the Chinese Federation lent their support to the Space Force Alliance. Alas, though the US is alone in this war—Britannia declaring neutrality in the conflict for now—its main military force BAHRAM is still a force to be reckoned with.

 

And if BAHRAM forces came to aid in this battle, not even the Dragoons, the Space Forces main mecha infantry, would be able to win. That was the reason why this assault was supposed to be a Blitzkrieg. They were taking too much time!

 

“Squad Three!” the commander yelled. “Finish Dreadnought Charlie now!”

 

The Third Squad's leader acknowledged. “Yes, Commander!”

 

“Commander,” Leader One spoke up, “what about the tower?”

 

Her piercing blue eyes narrowed their battle-hardened gaze on the image of the communication tower. Their main objective was to destroy it, after all. “That's why I'm here,” she answered in a low tone, wrapping her hands around the controls and yelling, “Awaken, Panzer Dragoon!”

 

The horned, snake-like Dragoon emitted a dragon-like screech as it broke away from the group of smaller Dragoons and dive-bombed towards the island.

 

“The Commander is using Panzer Dragoon!” Leader Three shouted to his squad, circling over the Dreadnought whilst dodging gunfire. “Let's finish this before she uses it!”

 

“We got Harriers coming from the nine o' clock!” one of the members reported.

 

“Let `em come!” Leader Three challenged as lined up the ship on the target reticule for his special weapon. “We'll destroy this thing before they get here! Ready for White Flare!”

 

“Yes, sir!” the other four lined up the Dreadnought on their reticules as well, keeping enough distance to stay out of the Vulcans' range.

 

Steady…the top began to align with the bottom…and then…

 

“Five seconds until contact with Harriers!”

 

They ignored the warning from their computers. The side reticules finally became parallel with the top and bottom, and then…

 

“Three seconds!”

 

“Fire!”

 

Beams of light burst out of the mouths of the five Dragoons, all of them piercing the armor of the ship and destroying it in the same fashion as the other two. Making haste into the skies as the Harriers came; they watched the enormous Panzer Dragoon descend upon the helpless island.

 

It was its turn now to give them a show.

 

The Harriers unloaded their entire payload of missiles in order to destroy it; however, Panzer Dragoon's state-of-the-art shield crushed their final hopes of stopping the inevitable.

 

This was too easy. She cracked a small yet evil smile as Panzer Dragoon screeched. “Now—commence White Storm! Purge this island of the Americans!”

 

And the colossal machine did so, unleashing a tempest of lasers on the island with the dozens of cannons on its belly. Whipping its body as it ascended, the final laser cannon from its spiked tail fired a blast that expanded the dome of the explosion two-fold. The blast swallowed the island whole and disintegrated the approaching Harriers. The Panzer Dragoon was truly one of the Space Forces most powerful weapons, and the small island's destruction was but a glimpse of what it was capable of doing.

 

The black monstrosity resembled a leviathan sent by Hades, floating above the infernos in a haunting fashion.

 

The commander of the operation sat back in her seat and crossed her legs, breathing a sigh of relief. “Mission accomplished.”

 

She suddenly clutched her chest and slapped her hand over her mouth as she began coughing uproariously. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt a painful sensation flaring up in her chest. It was happening yet again, and when she removed her hand from her mouth, the evidence was there…

 

“I don't have much time left,” she told herself.

 

The blood on her hands was living proof.

 

***

 

The sleek black Orbital Frame touched down at the holy sanctuary, its insect-like legs keeping the machine balanced somehow. Its six detached wings locked themselves into the mecha's exposed back and the cloaked pilot jumped out of the chest cockpit and landed in front of the two figures, immediately lowering onto one knee and bowing his head.

 

“This is one of the Orbital Frames your people and mine have been working on?” the Britannian man in royal attire asked the woman in the white cape.

 

A beautiful woman she was, her light skin tone resembling that of an American. She kneeled down to her dark subordinate and reached inside of his hood, running her gloved hand through his face. “We've decided to name them Spectres,” she told the prince. “They're made from both current Orbital Frame and Fifth-generation Knightmare technologies.”

 

“Its float system…our scientists are still researching this and yet you Americans…,” the prince chuckled, running a hand through his short, blonde hair. “And tell me why we are working on this joint project? Britannia isn't going to help you against the Space Federation.”

 

“I'm not interested in the petty affairs between America and the Separatists,” she told him, retracting her hand and rising as she stepped back. “I'm only interested in my organization's ultimate goal…which is why--”

 

“I already told you,” the lanky prince cut her off, “the Emperor won't see you just because of your dream.”

 

“But it'll soon become a reality, that I promise you.” She smiled, placing a finger on her glossy lips. “Will you heed my advice, my dear Prince?”

 

“Hah! You expect me to believe something as preposterous as me being assassinated? The Elevens aren't bold enough to do such a thing!”

 

The woman dropped her finger, only laughing in response to the prince's skepticism of her prediction. She supposed he would learn from his mistakes, however doing so may bring him to his demise.

 

That didn't matter. As long as her plans continued, loss of life didn't matter too much.

 

“Very well, Prince Clovis.”

 

“I expect you to keep your end of the bargain, Miss Julia,” Clovis told her. “If word of this alliance surfaces to the media, I will deny all knowledge of it.”

 

The woman named simply Julia turned to Clovis, her smile still refusing to fade. “My organization is the epitome of espionage. You never know, I just may have some agents working for you.”

 

When she pointed to him, Clovis felt his heart jump a little. Julia laughed.

 

“I'm kidding, Prince. An American joke, if you will…”

 

“Just get the job done.”

 

And with that, Prince Clovis and his guards headed back inside the temple. Julia and the pilot of Seraph waited until they closed the large doors behind them before speaking.

 

“Did you find it?” she asked him.

 

The young man kept his head bowed. “No, my Lady.”

 

“Then it must be with the Federation.” Julia bit the fingernail of her other hand. “I must get a hold of Anubis before Nohman.”

 

“The frame itself?”

 

“No, Nohman can have the damned thing for all I care,” Julia scoffed. “I just want it.”

 

“For Seraph?”

 

Julia nodded. “Right…with it, we can balance both Britannia and the Separatists.”

 

“And cause tension between the two?”

 

“Oizys and Iblis will ignite the flames, I assure you. I just want you to cause an inferno.”

 

“And the Americans?”

 

“We'll stay loyal to the Secretary of Defense for now. He trusts us too well.”

 

“He trusts you, my Lady.”

 

“Right,” she laughed, flicking a black braid of her hair back, “stupid man. If everything goes according to plan…then Charles will have to acknowledge me.”

 

Looking above her head to the stars, Julia saw the satellite colony floating above the Earth with the moon. It was there that it would all begin and end...she was sure of it.

 

Reaching out for colony, she whispered his name and grinned.

 

“To World's End…just as you told me, sweet prince.”

 

To Be Continued…