Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

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Codegease: Air-Ground Warfare 1946 Author: Eight Hundred Soldiers, Beautiful or Not?

(A fanfiction of "Code Gease: Lelouch of the Rebellion" titled "codegease Cold Sky Eve 1945")

After years of struggle, the anti-fascist alliance is finally close to defeating Nazi Germany.

In order to save themselves, the Germans devised an incredibly unbelievable plan.

They are using a mysterious machine still in the experimental stage. They hope to open a door to another world and request their assistance.

They changed the world forever because of this.

But this did nothing to help Nazi Germany, who were still soundly defeated and eventually surrendered unconditionally.

But this change led to the rise of new forces.

Britannian Empire

The empire led by Emperor Charles firmly believed that conquering the world was their destiny.

The Empire launched an attack without any warning.

Fortunately, we are not completely unaware of their existence.

The Northern Alliance and ASEAN are regrouping their forces and starting afresh.

And brought back victory.

Section 1, Chapter 1: The Future - Knocking on the Unknown Door

The dead of night is the home of the god of tranquility.

The sea breeze ripples the waves as I stroll through the bay.

Everything was quiet and peaceful, everything was shrouded in a veil of slumber.

Where the sea breeze cannot reach, the former country, the former capital city of Tokyo, Japan, has been reduced to a dilapidated concrete labyrinth by war. Under the protection of the night, its weathered face seems to have softened somewhat, and the scurrying of mice is like their soft murmurs in sleep.

The sea breeze didn't intend to cross over and disturb its sleep; it only wanted to go where it could reach.

Located right next to the bay, it was the Tokyo Concession, a territory of the Britannian Empire, magnificent and splendid.

Perhaps it listened to the whispers of the night, and it shed its golden and magnificent coat, falling asleep on this land, a land where only streetlights and decorative lights remain.

It seems not everyone is willing to embrace this peace and drift off to sleep in the embrace of tranquility. In the heart of the city, at the Tokyo Concession City Hall, this imposing castle stands guard, and next to it is a peculiar exhibition hall where someone seems to be disturbing everyone's dreams.

The sound of leisurely yet playful footsteps echoed in the empty exhibition hall. There wasn't much lighting inside, and a man in a white uniform seemed reluctant to leave.

Perhaps he had been walking for too long, and his limbs were a little sore. He put down the half-eaten plate of pudding he was carrying on the table next to him, took a deep breath, and faced the row of exhibits in front of him, which were illuminated by the only lights.

These were the new KMF mechs he had created for the Britannian Empire, steel monsters that struck fear into the hearts of warriors on the battlefield. His gaze swept gently over every inch of them, like a father looking at his children, or a teacher looking at his students. His eyes were filled with pride and satisfaction, as if having them, even just standing quietly here instead of going to the front lines to fight, was his greatest happiness.

Without warning, a faint scraping sound was heard, and the electric gate next to the exhibition hall opened.

"Cecil..." the man called out leisurely to the uninvited guest, without even turning his head, as if he had guessed who was returning. "I already told you, don't bother me at times like this again."

The woman didn't respond immediately, but suddenly turned on all the lights in the exhibition hall. In an instant, dazzling beams of light surged in from all directions like a flood, submerging every display piece in the hall in the glow reflected from the mecha's shell.

"Hey! Don't turn on so many lights at once!" the man yelled, pulling off his glasses and covering his eyes with his hands. "Being in the dark for a long time and then suddenly being exposed to bright light can really hurt your eyes!"

"Ah, well." The woman walked over with a smile she couldn't help but chuckle. "Dr. Lloyd, since you know your eyesight is bad, why don't you take better care of them? You're such a naughty child."

Lloyd Asprinde, the Empire's most prized mech designer, put on his glasses with a wry smile, his gaze still fixed on the mechs.

"Ha, admiring your own masterpiece under dim light. I've always had this habit, and it must seem perfectly normal to you."

“But you’ve been complaining about eye discomfort lately. If you don’t take better care of your eyes and get some rest, it might really…” Cecil frowned slightly.

“Yes,” Lloyd muttered. “But look at them, can they do without me? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have the motivation to continue leading the Technology Department. The Empire’s powerful future needs us.”

“Hmm, the future…” Cecil muttered, “But the future is made up of each and every tomorrow, Mr. Lloyd, don’t you want to know what else needs to be done tomorrow?”

"Huh?" Lloyd's eyes widened, and he turned around in surprise to see Cecil standing up straight in front of him with a serious expression.

"To be honest, I didn't actually come tonight to remind you to go back and rest. Shortly after you left the office, His Highness Schneizel sent word that there's an important announcement to be made tomorrow morning at 8:30 at the parade ground behind City Hall. All those with titles in the Tokyo Concession are required to attend..."

“Well, for something like this, you could have just called me.” Lloyd said, looking down and reaching into his pocket. “Why bother making another trip…”

"Hey!" His eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Look, look..." Just then, he looked up and saw Cecil shaking his phone in his raised hand.

"You didn't want me to run over, but you wanted me to drive the experimental machine all the way here?" Cecil grinned mischievously as Lloyd awkwardly accepted the device.

"Well, I need to get some rest."

The exhibition hall finally achieved complete tranquility.

……

the next day.

Under a clear sky, a large number of imperial nobles gathered on the parade ground behind the city hall. Some were seasoned generals, some were arrogant nobles, some were decorated warriors, and there were also many financial leaders. On both sides of the parade ground, fully armed Sunderland mechs—the cornerstone of the empire spanning half the world—served as guards, quietly watching the bustling crowd, seemingly unperturbed by the noise.

At the end of the parade ground stood a massive, gate-like steel structure, seemingly moved there just the night before. The gate was enormous, so large that everyone standing at its foot felt compelled to bow before it. Its entire body was covered with what appeared to be coils and generators; two gateposts almost spanned the entire parade ground, and the horizontal beam at the top even diminished the imposing presence of the parade ground's walls.

In front of the two gateposts stood two giant mechs holding spears, just like real KMF mechs. If majesty and awe could be materialized, they would have flowed like waterfalls across their entire bodies.

In an inconspicuous spot at the foot of the city gate, a cluster of wires and conduits connected to several massive machines not far away. They lay quietly behind them, looking like puppies next to an adult compared to the city gate.

"Hey, Kelly! Have you seen this before?"

"I don't know, who made this garbage dump?"

The questions lingered for a long time, and the entire parade ground was as noisy as a bustling market.

"Well, Cecil, His Highness the Prince didn't send us here just to watch the completion ceremony, did he?" Dr. Lloyd complained to his best subordinate amidst the crowd, as if the early gathering had disturbed his sweet dreams.

"I don't know." Saisil glanced at his watch; it was already past 8:30, and His Highness the Prince still hadn't arrived.

Just then, a messenger's loud voice quickly silenced the crowd.

"His Highness the Prince has arrived!"

With a steady sound as the gate opened, Schneizel Britannia, the second prince of the Holy Britannian Empire, quickly came into view. He walked out from a side entrance with composure and stood directly beneath the massive steel gate.

"Thank you all for accepting my invitation." His Highness the Prince calmly addressed the crowd and began his speech. "Today, I am here to announce something to you all."

"Behind me lies the 'Gate of Camelot'," the prince calmly stated the name of the colossal gate. "This is a magnificent work created by the empire's elite, for which we have provided substantial financial support. And today, it is finally time to demonstrate its significance to everyone!"

"Ah!" In the same inconspicuous crowd, Dr. Lloyd grabbed his hair with both hands, stomped his feet, and started yelling like a child who had lost a toy.

"No wonder our department's R&D funding was cut by 15% more than six months ago. Did they give the money to these construction workers instead?!"

"Calm down, sir!" Cecil said with a wry smile, trying to persuade the doctor who was on the verge of collapse, while also smiling apologetically at the nobles around him.

"The Guiding Technology Department has completely lost face now..."

However, few nobles seemed to care about the doctor's complaints; their attention was drawn to the giant steel gate by the prince's words.

"As everyone knows," the prince continued his speech, "a year ago, the 'Black Rebellion' brought about by that great demon Zero was crushed by us, and the pathetic EU was easily trampled under our feet. Just as His Majesty the Emperor said: We are the undisputed masters of this world! And we always will be!"

"However, we must also clearly understand this fact," the prince lowered his voice slightly, "In less than a year, we have lost many warriors, and your armies are somewhat exhausted from war. It cannot be ignored that along with our great achievements, those losses also deserve our attention. We need to expand the empire's coffers once again, and no matter how vast the world is, we must hold them tightly in our hands! If we want it, no one can take it away from us!"

"And today, our new technology department, 'Eternal Protocol,' has laid the foundation for our new journey!"

"'Eternal Pact'?" The nobles began to murmur amongst themselves. "Has anyone heard of this?"

"I wonder what kind of childish games the higher-ups are playing at this time?"

“Then…” the prince began to speak again, “Now, let me tell you all what kind of miracle gate this is.”

"As everyone knows, we don't yet have the ability to take our army and people out of this world, out of the sky above us. Neither our fighter jets, KMF mechs, nor our sky battleships can do it, which is why it's the obstacle we most want to overcome. But now, with it, the 'Gate of Camelot,' we can do it!"

"Oh!" A long-awaited exclamation of surprise suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Schneizel turned around and faced a group of uniformed researchers standing beside the machines behind the giant gate, who seemed to be waiting for something.

The prince nodded, and they began to get to work.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Schneizel turned back to the crowd, “let us witness together the new future of the Empire.”

In an instant, the machines behind began to roar, their powerful energy accompanied by howling blue-yellow flashes, swarming up the giant gate like a pack of hungry wolves. The Gate of Camelot was instantly enveloped in a cloak of sparks and electricity.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful storm burst forth from the doorway like a floodgate opening, violently sweeping across the parade ground. Many nobles, torn apart by the storm, frantically tidied their hair and clothes, but the prince alone stood calmly at the door, letting the wind whip through his garments, as if all of this was within his expectations.

"Hey! Keep an eye on that door! Protect His Highness the Prince!" An uneasy tone began to rise over the mecha guard's radio.

……

The flute playing in the gale had been playing for a long time, and finally it quieted down a bit.

"Alright, everyone," Schneizel's voice quietly returned. "Let's all witness this magnificent creation!"

However, this did not calm everyone down much, because the scene before them was still somewhat unbelievable.

The pillars of the Gate of Camelot began to dim slightly, becoming much quieter as before. Only inside the gate, a layer of glass-like transparent material was appearing, beginning to shimmer with strange colors.

Like pouring a can of green fluorescent agent into a basin of water, a large cloud of glowing greenish-yellow smoke was spreading from all sides towards the center of the door. The center of the door turned pitch black and deep…

Suddenly, a vast expanse of land, completely opposite to the concrete road of the parade ground, appeared in the doorway!

As everyone gasped in surprise, Schneizel pulled a small knife coated in gold paint from his person, raised it high in front of them, and then turned and tossed it into the doorway. The instant it touched the "glass," a short, blinding flash of light, and the knife vanished!

“As you have seen,” Schneizel began his new statement, “when it is activated, anything that enters, whether human or vehicle, living or inanimate, will be transported to the other world. And there, a similar gate will open. We can then use the Gate of Camelot to travel to another world and, with an unparalleled army, bring everything there under our control!”

The crowd erupted in a frenzy. The prince's inflammatory speech was undoubtedly a stimulant, igniting the deepest desire for conquest in everyone's minds. Many nobles even lost their composure and started shouting and yelling!

"Now! In my capacity as the Chancellor of the Holy Britannian Empire, all of you, heed my command!"

"Starting today, we will begin to formulate operational plans for the expedition to the new world. Any legion leader or army commander who is capable of participating can apply to me for battle to expand the empire's territory!"

"Prepare your invincible army!" The prince waved his hand forward. "This will be an unprecedented glory for the empire! Our advance will be unstoppable! All who dare to challenge the Britannian Empire will be crushed in our advancing tide!"

"Praise the Emperor! Praise Britannia!"

"All Hail Britannia!—"

"All Hail Britannia!!——"

"All Hail Britannia!!!——"

Section 2, Chapter 2: A Stirring Heart

The midday sun shining directly overhead always makes people feel sleepy, but for the people inside the city hall, it didn't seem like it was time to take a nap yet.

In the main conference room of District 11 City Hall, Odysseus Britannia, the first prince of the empire, had been waiting for quite some time. Despite his status as the first prince, he did not appear impatient or complain. He simply sat at the head of the conference room, occasionally glancing at his pocket watch on the table, patiently waiting for everyone to arrive.

"Well, it's about time." The prince slowly closed the pocket watch, clasping his hands together. "As you all know, several hours ago, Schneizel read out the proclamation to assemble the army. Now, I have received more than ten legions and army groups willing to participate in the expedition. It seems everyone's enthusiasm for the expedition is very high. So, does anyone have any opinions on the operational plan for the expedition to the New World?"

"Your Highness, I believe we must send our most elite troops!" Maren, seated in the conference room, spoke first. "Since we want to minimize war expenses, this expedition must also minimize our losses and shorten the colonization time. Only a highly skilled army can guarantee victory in every battle, whether in weaponry or personnel! Otherwise, we're simply engaging in a losing proposition!" (The last sentence appears to be an unrelated advertisement and has been omitted from the translation.)

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“Your Excellency, you are being far too reckless!” Guildford, the former captain of Princess Cornelia’s personal guard, retorted. “So what if they are elite? We have never even seen an enemy from another world before. How many of them are there? Do they have weapons that can challenge us? Can we win? Don’t just talk the talk!”

"Idiot!" Maren slammed his fist on the table. "A mere knight dares to interrupt! You pilot your mechs on the battlefield all day, don't you know the strength of your own vehicle? Use your brain, is there anything that can rival the KMF mech?"

“Marendor, calm down,” Baron Holt, sitting beside him, advised. “Gilford, General Marendor’s words are not without reason. If we want to maintain the strength of the Empire, we must streamline our expeditionary forces and reduce losses. Don’t forget, when Princess Cornelia besieged Naritayama, if it weren’t for the powerful Lancelot’s help, the princess might have said goodbye to you months earlier.”

Guilford was somewhat angry upon hearing this, after all, the princess had been missing for so long, and it was inevitable that anyone who mentioned her would feel a little emotional.

But he quickly suppressed his anger. Indeed, if Suzaku Kururugi hadn't come to the rescue at the critical moment, Baron Holt's hypothesis would very likely have come true, given the presence of Sunderland and ordinary pilots.

“That’s right!” Dr. Flock in the back row sat up from the back of his chair. “During this period of dealing with the EU and the Black Knights, our Hokkaido technical department has not had a single day off! The work itself isn’t that tiring, but while people can handle it, the production machines can’t! The machines in the production workshop are so worn out from long-term operation and overload issues that the pile of scrapped machines could be taller than the roof of a museum!”

"What if this expedition goes wrong and we have to increase production again, and then our equipment can't be replaced in time, which delays production and prevents us from supplying the front lines? Wouldn't you then pin a whole bunch of accusations on us?"

Upon hearing this, everyone began to express their agreement. Except for a few people who seemed unwilling to elaborate on their thoughts, the outcome of this meeting seemed to be already clear.

"Please be quiet, everyone," Schneizel finally spoke after a long silence. "I greatly appreciate and understand your consideration for the interests of the Empire. However, have you truly considered Lord Guilford's views?"

“Indeed,” Schneizel continued, seeing the doubts on everyone’s faces. “In order to minimize losses, the military force we deploy does need to be sufficiently strong. When we face the EU, the Chinese Federation, and the Black Knights, we must do so.”