ALL HAIL BRITANNIA! A Code Geass Character RP (OPEN/IC)

[Ghondra]

OPERATION GOLIATH IS A GO

HIMS Elizabeth III, Shandong Peninsular Coast
July 13th 2017 A.T.B.

"OPERATION: GOLIATH IS A GO, REPEAT, OPERATION: GOLIATH IS GO. ALL PERSONNEL PREPARE TO EMBARK LANDING VEHICLES, ALL PERSONNEL PREPARE TO EMBARK LANDING VEHICLES." The PA announcer droned on, as Marine Lance Corporal Brian Gaston entered his Armored Amphibious Vehicle that lined up to embark a Large LCAC. He inhaled and exhaled, repeating it as he boarded the Vehicle. It was a trick he learned from his Drill Instructor in Camp Pendleton.

"You're not gonna cry over there right Gaston?" The Squad clown, LCpl. Miles teased boisterously, Brian rolled his eyes, "It won't be as visible as your farts Miles." Brian snarked, eliciting a few laughter, and chuckles from the squad, and the other marines. Miles grinned, "You'll be fine buddy." He said, as they took their seats. The closed environment of the Amphibious Vehicle prevented him from seeing the outside, but it was deadly apparent even in the compartments of the Vehicle. There were explosions everywhere, the whirling of Helicopter blades, and the present sound of Scram jets mobilizing to counter the Federation's artillery.

"Remember boys, once we exit this vehicle, buddy up, don't, under any circumstances stay alone, the man next to you, will ensure your survival. Once you find cover, get off that beach as fast as you can, watch out for Machine gun, and artillery fire. If you spot an AFV, or a Knightmare, call in a Fire Mission. And above all else, stay alive, you hear me?" Said Gunnery Sergeant Ramirez, a Two from Mexico, "Yes Gunny!" the dozen voices of the marines in the vehicle molded into one as it echoes in the Vehicle compartment.

The ramp opened up, light invading the damp atmosphere, "GO! GO! GO!" Sergeant Ramirez shouted, Brian shouldered his rifle, grabbing Miles' shoulder, they both ran for cover, a sunk Sand dune, sank due to Artillery fire, "How the hell do we get off this beach?!" Brian shouted to Miles as he hugged the blackened white sand. Miles poke his head out, before hiding again, "There's an MG emplacement directly in front of us, they're left flank's been taken out by grenades, they haven't filled the gap yet, if we can make a run for it, I think we can rush the bunker, and blow it with grenades."

Brian looked at the large man incredulously, he always dismissed him as a dumbass, but apparently fate chose to prove him wrong once again. "All right, I'll rush them, you give Covering fire, okay?" Miles nodded furiously, grabbing his rifle, and preparing to pop up to offer covering fire. "1, 2, 3, Go!" They both said in unison, Brian pulled out his shotgun, popping off round after round of Flechette. He shouted, pulling the pin of his grenade, and throwing the grenade to the Bunker. Brian crouched, taking cover, counting for the sound and rumble of explosions to blow the Bunker to kingdom come. And sure enough, the bunker was gone, replaced with a small, wrecked crater.

Brian grinned, equipping his Assault Rifle, and firing once more against the general direction of the enemy, he took cover behind the concrete bunker, joined by Miles shortly thereafter. They both grinned, knowing that the same thing was running through their minds: "We might survive this think after all."

[Nuridia]

"What in the hell was that?!" Charlotte shouted as the gunshot rang out and the masked man ran away. The princess went into the palace, her machine gun armed and ready but watching for assassins. "Somebody stop that man, I'll check out what's going on!" Lottie called out, surveying the crime scene and keeping her guard up. She wasn't going to let any assassins kill her that day. This was becoming a problem, the empire was hated around the world. But the princess couldn't say that it was undeserved, the Britannians nearly annexed the entire world and did terrible things to the other nations.

There was a soft gurgling sound from the Kitchen. James was still alive, but wounded. The Bullet went through his neck, but somehow avoided striking anything too major. The shock made James stuck on the ground.

Meanwhile, the Masked person, chased by security, ran several flights upstairs, broke through a window... and simply jumped out. A few seconds later, a sick thud sounded which let them know that they had reached the ground, wether living or dead.

"James!" "Little brother, hang on!" Charlotte raced over to the kitchen where James was lying wounded. She ripped up the tablecloth and tied it around James' neck firmly and carefully to stop the bleeding as best as she could. Keeping pressure on the wound she worked until she was finished and his neck was completely bandaged, she kept a hand clamped on the wound to stop the bleeding. "He needs a doctor, somebody get a doctor as quickly as possible!" "Fuck it, we need to take him to the hospital." "Somebody help me carry him to my car, now if possible." the princess told the palace servants, staying with James as he was on the floor.

[Auropa]

Nicolas Mclanahan
Middle Eastern Federation
July 13th
‘Chaos is an understatement’ Mclanahan thought to himself. He watched the base personal scurry back and forth among themselves, desperately trying to piece together what was happening on the Chinese front. Personally he didn’t really think it was too complicated, China slipped up and was being invaded from behind. Now it seemed that the federation had to help their allies without “substantial losses” hence why he was in command and control now.
For a few weeks Mclanahan had done nothing but run routine patrols. Truth be told he was amazed that he hadn’t been dismissed yet. After all, his services weren’t cheap. But even with the nice pay he was itching for something to happen, for some simple British scout to slip up and wander onto his route. Although it looks like that ‘something’ he was desperate for may have just found him. It’s not every day the general calls for a mercenary.

“Permission to enter?” Mclanahan asked upon reaching the general’s door. A heartless soldier of fortune he may be, but he was smart enough to know that you have to feign respect and order to those who make your pay cheques. Soon enough however the general’s simple reply of “granted” came through.
“Front line support soldier Nicolas Mclanahan sir, I was told you wanted to see me”
“Cut the crap, we’re both too old for it. Take a seat Nic” While the two were hardly friends (enemies of war on several occasions) both held some level of respect toward the other, adding to this was the fact both had practically no care as to what happened to the other. “I can’t say how disappointed I’ve been for the past while. I’m constantly having to give out your pay cheques with you doing jack for the military in return.”
“I’ve been enjoying the downtime, sir.”
“Who would’ve guessed that the infamous Crimson Knight was an old freeloader? Well, it’s time you get out of my face and wallet.”
“Sir?”
“You’re not fired, don’t worry. I know from experience the first thing you’d do is sell the MEF out to the highest bidder. What’s happening is a relocation. We’re giving you a new contract.”
“Sending me to help the Chinese?”
“Operation Goliath is going to catch them with their pants down. We don’t know where or when but we know it’s going to happen soon. Hell it could already be underway for all we know. The only thing we’re sure about is its name and that the Chinese are going to be in trouble pretty soon.”
“I trust you understand the fact that sending me into a warzone merits a higher pay check”
“Unfortunately I do, and to make matters worse I’ve been instructed to ensure you are moved to the Chinese defence forces.” At saying this the general took out the first draft for a contract along with a flask of alcohol.

After several long hours of negotiation Mclanahan had finally walked out with a contract of his liking. While he came across as displeased to be going to war he was actually looking forward to it. Something about fighting within a ‘Great War’ just sounded right. Not to mention there was a significant amount of money on the table and all he had to do was what he did best: murder and kill those he was told to. And as he walked toward the hangar where his knightmare frame was being loaded he hummed to himself and looked at his new dog tags. This is going to be interesting he thought to himself as he continued toward the plane.

[Urran]

Benjamin shrugged. "Understandable. It's what I would do." Cooperation was the easiest way to earn someone's trust. "But I do have a question, what happens to me after you hijack this plane?" He laid his right arm across the top of his knightmare and put his left elbow on it, resting his face on his hand. "And while you're in there, if you see any cigarette cartridges, bring me some, I'm running low."

[Jordslag]

Benjamin shrugged. "Understandable. It's what I would do." Cooperation was the easiest way to earn someone's trust. "But I do have a question, what happens to me after you hijack this plane?" He laid his right arm across the top of his knightmare and put his left elbow on it, resting his face on his hand. "And while you're in there, if you see any cigarette cartridges, bring me some, I'm running low."

"Got it. While I'm at it, I might as well bring you some Icecream. Tsuyoi said, walking off into the camp.

A few minutes later, the local doctor showed up at the palace. "We don't have enough time to take him to the hospital. It's much riskier to treat him here, but it's his only chance." The Doctor pulled out a pair of tweezers and put them in Jame's neck to try to pull out the bullet. He then injected a shot of some strange blue liquid into James, and he visibly started shaking. "Don't worry, your Highness; you'll be fine." The Bullet was out several minutes later, and the Doctor started carrying him out. "He can make it to the Hospital now. Please come visit him later, as it might help him recover from the shock." The doctor then drove away.

[Nuridia]

Charlotte nodded as she stayed with James while the doctor worked on him. "Thank God you're here, I was just gonna drive him to the hospital because I thought that he wasn't going to make it." the princess said as her younger brother was stitched up. "There you go Jamie, you'll be perfectly fine." Lottie said standing up as James was carried away. The princess' driver was still standing by the car. "Your highness, shall I park your car?" he asked. "No Ethan, it's fine." "We're following that ambulance if that's alright." Charlotte told the doctor. "I want to stay with him, he's still a kid whether he wants to believe it or not and I don't care how much he says he hates being babied he's my only full brother, the son of my mother." "And where is Alyse anyway, she's all MIA in this situation but she was supposed to be the commander of this area as well as James' guardian." "According to the news, ma'am, Schneizel called her away on urgent business." Ethan said. Charlotte stared at him in disbelief. "Really Schneizel, you're going to call away the Britannian leader of Lagos at a time like this?" "My brother was never a realist but an idealist, he never took the time to analyze a situation." "Makes he and I opposites." the pink haired princess said, shaking her head and grabbing her car keys.

[Escalan Corps-Star Island]

Kallen Stadtfeld, Outside Tokyo Settlement

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[OOC] Sorry for the short post, I'm about to leave the country.

The Hinode was running on fumes where its Yggdrasil Drive was concerned. With the energy filler all but depleted, Kallen was taking the shortest and easiest route back to her squadron's mobile command post. As she approached, the radio crackled once more, bringing unexpected news.
"Skylark Seven, this is Bristol. We have received word that the Federation troops are retreating to Kyushu. All further combat operations cancelled; we'll be working on a new op instead. Come and refill none the less. Bristol out."
Kallen was relieved at this news, since she was already exhausted and preferred to leave the front-line defence to the regular Britannian units. Approaching the command post, she rolled the slightly battered Hinode up to the side, where it fit easily into a service alcove. She exited the back of the machine, letting the maintenance crews do their work as she went to see what all the fuss was about. Entering the command centre of Section Eleven, she looked around expectantly for her father, but he was absent. Turning instead to Lloyd and the other Britannian officers, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of one glove.
"Well?"

[Gigaverse]

Lucius Kingsley
Knight Commander; Knight of Saint Gabriel

Godfroa do Villon's Siberian Resident; Euro Britannia
July 12th, 2017 A.T.B.
0500 Hours

"CLOSE THE DARN GATE, GOD DANG IT!", exclaimed one of the men wearing black. A group of twelve men dressed in dark uniforms arrived, arms at the ready.

Before them, a tall figure clad in black long-coat, who bore the same insignia as they did, held two long red scabbards by his side. His blond ponytail flew along with the cool breeze that blew across the quiet yard of the Resident. With their weapons aimed at him, the guardsmen declared:

"Lord Grand Master Godfroa do Villon suspects you of plotting against him! You are to surrender, and make your death quick; or let yourself be declared a traitor to the Empire, who had sold himself to the European Union!", a young man with short red hair spoke.

The titan before him did not answer.

"... stop with the haughty attitude and give us a reply already!"

"What is dying?"

The redhead startled at the short question. He wanted to believe that he heard it wrong, but... it was just that. The three-word question: What is dying. It bounced back and forth in his head.

"FOR THE LAST GOD-DAMNED TIME, YOU GOD-DAMNED HAUGHTY MORON: JUST GIVE UP ALREADY!"

"Either you live or you die. You choose."

The redhead's anger was at tipping point. At which, he burst:

"FIRE AT WILL, KILL H-"

He ate a bullet in his mouth. The redhead collapsed on the spot. The other 13 guardsmen ran to their obvious target... who somehow disappeared in front of their very eyes. The confused crowd of thirteen gathered around where he was, having no clue as to where he could have been. Their answer came when five of them were sniped - probably from the nearby woods, and four were shot with his pistol, all in two seconds. The remaining four guards were terrified, but still, they hadn't found out where the bullets came from.

"I KNOW WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN HIM ON!!!!!!", one of the remainders told in his paranoia.

"Dave-"

With his blade, the paranoid one hacked his fellow guardsmen with one swing. As they all were lying in their pools of blood, his legs shook uncontrollably.

"'Ere! Come 'ere! And I'll hack you!", the man declared. A few seconds later, a hole appeared in his head. He became the last casualty of the guardsmen who appeared. Behind him, the Knight in black hid his pistol away. He walked over the dead bodies into the woods, and collected the sniper rifle in the bushes.

Godfroa do Villon's personal guards consist of imbeciles. David Calmlock, however, was recruited for his mental volatility, and thus unstoppable rage once unleashed upon his enemies. Using this knowledge to advantage managed to stir up their unease. Grand Master, I won., he thought. His face remained stiff as it was when he first showed up in front of the guards; his black leather gloves concealing all traces of his activities.

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0515 Hours

Godfroa was never as nervous as he was that day. His hands shook so hard that his seat would move along, eventually creating small earthquakes in the ground. His breath was heavy, and his eyes wide open. He gritted his teeth, holding his fists as tightly as he could. His focus was at the front door of the room, where he was staring at.

And that moment he was expecting finally came. The door broke in half, and outside was the shadowy ghost whose aura only seemed to scream that it wanted to cut his throat. He reached for his weapons hidden behind the seat, but a dagger flew at his and impaled his right hand. He held it, shouting in his pain, and stared at the broken front door once again.

"If you wanted to fight against me, you would have left your weaponry somewhere you could reach easily. Did you expect me, but not welcome my presence?"

"WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT FROM ME?!?"

"Salvation."

In the darkness, the sounds of an assault rifle shooting resonated throughout the Resident.

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Days later, Godfroa do Villon was reported to have died in an attack by European forces. He and his bravest of Knights fought to the end, but to no avail. Most of the highest echelons of the Knights of Saint Gabriel were vanquished in battle. After this event, only one figure left was suitable to be named Grand Master of the Knights of Saint Gabriel...

Sir Lucius Kingsley would be sworn in as Grand Master on the 18th of July, 2017 A.T.B.

[The BranRiech]

Kallen Stadtfeld, Outside Tokyo Settlement

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[OOC] Sorry for the short post, I'm about to leave the country.

The Hinode was running on fumes where its Yggdrasil Drive was concerned. With the energy filler all but depleted, Kallen was taking the shortest and easiest route back to her squadron's mobile command post. As she approached, the radio crackled once more, bringing unexpected news.
"Skylark Seven, this is Bristol. We have received word that the Federation troops are retreating to Kyushu. All further combat operations cancelled; we'll be working on a new op instead. Come and refill none the less. Bristol out."
Kallen was relieved at this news, since she was already exhausted and preferred to leave the front-line defence to the regular Britannian units. Approaching the command post, she rolled the slightly battered Hinode up to the side, where it fit easily into a service alcove. She exited the back of the machine, letting the maintenance crews do their work as she went to see what all the fuss was about. Entering the command centre of Section Eleven, she looked around expectantly for her father, but he was absent. Turning instead to Lloyd and the other Britannian officers, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of one glove.
"Well?"

"Well? Well?!"

The man of science strode up next to her and sighed exasperatedly.

"You scratched the paint." He remarked, anticlimactically of course. He couldn;t find much more to complain about as the data he'd observed had made him a rare thing during the mission. It made him somewhat happy. Of course, he knew his work wouldn't be in vain, and why would he think any less? He was the best mind in Britannia, indirectly responsible for a good amount of the Britannian's technological superiority.

"But otherwise, the Hinode performed admirably, though it may need some more endurance time. You weren't out there very long." He wondered to himself idly. "We'll try and get a paint crew here to fix that, but with the army's logistics record for the Special Projects Division, I doubt we'll have time."

Lloyd sighed once more, it had obviously been a busy day, and he was, at this point, running on nothing but coffee.

"New orders." He flicked his head towards the officers nearby. "We're relocating to either Africa, or the Chinese Federation, they haven't told us which yet."

[Titananium]

Pacific Ocean, 20 km from Japan

Reinhold was suddenly trusted against the side of the small transport vessel, as the transport took a sharp turn. He knew it wasn't a wave this time, so he stood up with a slight irritation or what he hoped was irritation, but the overhead PA system of the transport came on before he could do anything.

PA Announcement
To all passengers, there has been a change of plans. It would seem that Britannia is attacking our flank, so we are being recalled to fight in the homeland. Our ETA is set to be around 1 hour before we hit friendly territory again. That is all.


"Glamorous, war as usual, nothing goes as planned" Reinhold thought to himself. Reinhold proceeded to hitting the wall of the transport ,and denting it outward nearly 3 inches.

"Hey! You can't do that!" said a Chinese soldier behind him. In a split second Rein hold grabbed the man by the neck, lift him, and turned his head in the general direction of the soldier.

"Who do you think you are telling me what to do?" said Reinhold

"I....I am....your commanding.... officer!" said the man, while attempting to free himself of Reinhold's grip. Reinhold a bit shocked by this fact, lowered the man, and let him go.

"My apologies sir" said Reinhold sarcastically. The soldier walked away, unable to speak as he was vigorously coughing.

"I wish I had the ability to sleep" Reinhold whispered to himself, as he began the long wait to go back to China.

(OOC: This will be my last post for the next couple of days)

[Ublia]

EU Military Base Codenamed: Rapier

Eastern Front, Siberia

Snow shrouded the the harsh Siberian landscape, as it gently drifted from the ominous grey sky's above. A beautiful morning indeed, Ltd. Colonel Conrad Hollenfeuer noted as he looked out from the observation tower at the landscape below. Beyond the rows of snow capped pines, or the rolling snow banks, the scars of war ravaged all, shell craters, the burning hulks of Knightmares and the bloody half-frozen corpses of men they all spoke volumes of the conflict gripping the world. It never ceases to amaze me how much humans love war, Conrad mused with a wolfish grin as he took a sip from the steaming cup of cocoa in his gloved hand. And here I stand one more of its lovers, he thought on as a cold gush of air caused his white fleece lined trench coat to flap in the wind.

"Sir," a voice then called snapping to attention, and just when I was enjoying my cocoa and the view, Conrad frowned before turning. Facing him a young noncom stood by his hand held in salute at his ushanka covered head, "Report." Conrad replied giving a quick salute in turn. At that the man nodded "Sir," he repeated, far to many formalities with this one, Conrad could've sighed "General Danton wishes to know when Reaper Battalion will be going ahead with this operation of yours?" He questioned.

Frowning Conrad hardly was pleased to have been annoyed over such a trivial thing. If that illiterate pig Danton had read the report he'd realize the raid will be shortly enough. Indeed intelligence reports had revealed the Britannian Military Order, the Knights of St. Gabriel where only a ways away. And their elimination could prove useful, after all if the veterans are annihilated that would not only leave a nice whole to punch through but also should shake the Britannian green bloods, he smiled viciously revelling at the sheer thought.

"Soldier," Conrad then spoke his grin fading back into his stoic mask of grimness as he turned. Stiffening the man stood by like the good dog he was, "Inform Herr General Danton that Reaper Battalion will be deploying soon enough. Now if you'll excuse me I have this cocoa to finish." He finished taking a sip. Nodding the trooper struck a salute which Conrad lazily returned before scurrying off back to that pig Danton. Such a lovely view indeed, Conrad noted on sipping evermore as the howls of wolves filled the air.

Having strolled his way back through the vast EU camp Conrad now strolled trailed by his most favourite of creatures, dogs. Tails wagging as they trudged alongside him through the sleet and snow past rows of white uniformed gun rotting EU soldiers Conrad enjoyed their sheer blind obedience. Not to mention dogs simply put him at ease, he noted smiling as they gazed back up at him their tongues hanging. "Sir." A voice snapped to attention as he reached the knightmare hangars, looking up from one of the dogs he returned the salute of the ever stern faced Ltd. Maria Alighieri.

Alighieri, a young green blood when he'd first met her here, she hardened quickly after the Battle of Lake Baikal during another failed push to drive the Britannians from Siberia. With fiery long red hair and a seductively curved form she'd won and crushed a number of hearts with her appearance in her time on the front, not to mention crushed a few windpipes as well, he mused quietly with a slight smirk. "Lieutenant Alighieri I trust we're ready to go?" Conrad questioned as he made his way into the open hangar. Following close behind she nodded casting stony glares to the dogs that tried to draw her attention as they moved she nodded "Yes sir, the Anubis is to your specifications as are the other Knightmares." She went on.

Nodding at that Conrad then asked the next question as they walked past the rows of white painted Panzer-Hummel Knightmare frames. I'd much rather we get those new models soon, he noted thinking of that rather promising report from the Committee of Public Safety regarding this Anna Clements new model. Perhaps reading Conrad's mind Maria spoke "I sense then the order didn't go through yet?" She inquired a eyebrow arched quizzically. I trained her to well, Conrad mused quietly, which wasn't a bad thing considering her loyalty to him.

"As ever your correct my dear." He replied wryly. Catching that ever amusing pouty look of hers and quick reddening blush, finally though they paused at the end of the row. There towering over the Panzer-Hummels stood Anubis, tall sleek and dark frame like a metallic Grim Reaper. Magnificent as ever, he smiled "Oh Lieutenant are the other pieces in position?" He questioned thinking back to the surprise he'd readied for the operation. Nodding Maria cracked a sadistic grin, "Ludwig saw to all the preparations, it'll be quite a show by the looks of things." She went on. Nodding on Conrad chuckled, now then let the games begin he sneered gazing up at the red painted image on the Anubis's and all Reaper Battalion's Knightmares sides, a leering Grim Reaper and its bloody scythe.

[Titananium]

Shanghai

The transport had finally made it back to Shanghai, but does to the intense waves it landed at the industrial docks nearly 20 minutes later than the original ETA. Erwin had already loaded into his Knightmare, which had been painted a forest camo due to the original intent of the invasion of Japan. When the tall door of the transport vessel finally opened, him and the squadron he was assigned to stormed out of the vessel at max speed, and headed through south Shanghai, a well designed city Reinhold had no time to adore. It was a matter of urgency to get to the southern front line, as the Britannians had begun the assault.

Erwin raced through the urban environment much like an animal across the street, ruthless, non-caring, and fast. Unlike his Federation associates he had not care for collateral damage whether it was as small as a window or, as big as a car on the street, he simple pushed forward until he had made it to the highway. He very well knew that with such a push on the Chinese front line, a break through in defensive lines was sure to happen. He had to get there as soon as he could, to stop as many Britannian troops as possible before the lines were broken, so that the reinforcements had an easier time counter attacking the enemy positions.

By this point in time his associates had caught up with Reinhold, but he paid little attention to the matter as more urgent issues required his attentions. At his current speed and direction, he calculated an ETA of about 2 hours until they got anywhere close to the front lines.

2 hour later

Reinhold could now see the smoke stakes of the battlefield, they acted like much like rain clouds blocking the sunlight from falling onto the ground, some rose far beyond the clouds seemingly touching the edge of the atmosphere, but it was not as important as what he view before him. He had reach a cliff that had a decent view at the battle below. A large seemingly endless wave of enemy troops was charging at the Chinese Front lines, large wrecks of Knigthmares, Tanks, Armored vehicle, an defensive guns sat all across the battlefield. Thousands of men dieing every minute from the vast army of the Britannians, and the slowly dwindling front line of the Chinese. There was explosions, bullets, and Knigthmare limbs flying all across the lines, mass devastation like none that Reinhold had ever seen.

For a moment Reinhold simply stood there taking in all this information that did not even begin to phase him. Reinhold then set up his 120mm Gauss Rifle, loaded up his specialized anti-Knigthmare round, and began firing his deadly payloads with deadly accuracy. With each shot came a confirmed kill, this was what he was known for, one shot one kill, no misses. The gunfire coming from the Gauss rifle almost became a rhythm to him, one that helped him keep up his rate of fire, and the count of his kills.

He was a man that liked planning ahead of time, so that he never had to make rash and ill-advised decisions, thus he had planned what he would do in several possible senerios. If, he were to be spotted he would simple relocate to a new vantage point and continue what he was doing, and if the lines were to be broken, and the enemy is to advance he would simply fall back to a secondary vantage point he had scoped out earlier. If the enemies send troops to take him out specifically, he would most likely notice, in this case he would simple take them out and relocate otherwise he would improvise. If the Chinese forces are to get completely steam rolled, he would retreat to a secondary defense line where he would restart the process. This was very simple for him to do, as he had no attachment to any of the soldier, he was only doing this for the pay.

"35,36,37,38" he was still counting in his head, as more and more enemies fell to his hand.

(OOC: Alright I had some time to write this, so here it is, but this is officially my last post for the next couple of days. Sorry if there are spelling mistakes or grammatical mistakes, this post was quite rushed, and I don't have the time to look it over.)

[Inquilabstan]

The armed forces of the Holy Britannian empire were a formidable force. Modern, and massive, dwarfing all others. And yet, Goliath fell before a stone in the sling of David. It was perhaps in appreciation of this that one observed inability to defend the Nehru line. Stretching from the Kutch to Chandigarh, this massive defensive line had kept Britannia from wholly overrunning Hindustan for nearly seven years. Across the arid terrain sat bunkers, gun emplacements, and massive defensive ditches. Just beyond these lay the burnt out shells of vehicles and limbs of knightmares, slowly being buried by the sand. The remains of their operators and occupants lay under the harsh sun, slowly bleaching, the tan shreds of uniform, and perforated armor and helmets now nearly white. Thrusting its brigades against this barrage of lead and shells, veteran units were formed and smashed, as an ever dwindling number of servicemen lived to see the next push. Of course, the Azad Hind Fauj pushed too. Little by little, they had reached the edge of the Thar. But all this while, the Britannians pushed back, always on the offensive. Until today.

The enemy offensive against the Chinese was a blessing in disguise to the Indians. With that front now a HBE priority, the Britannians, already on the back foot after Operation Gallant, with the loss of Mogadishu. If ever there was a time for a push, it was now. What is more, many of the units brought in were already battle hardened, fighting with the MEF and EU during Gallant. The 4th itself had decimated the Royal Panzer Infantry in the Ogaden, where tanks regained their edge over knightmares.

Aimed at taking the rest of the Punjab, the ultimate goal of the offensive was to liberate the swathe of territory from Bombay to Delhi, cutting of the massive 11th Britannian army in Kashmir, where they could be slowly obliterated by bomb, rocket, and shell. Delhi itself was the tricky part. Bombay was well fortified, but paled in comparison to the capital city. While certainly not as well defended as, say Tokyo, it still boasted of immense defensive works, and a garrison of the finest enemy units in the subcontinent. Ideally, it could be taken care of like the enemy in Kashmir. Like all occupied cities, it was the Britannians who resided in the urban areas, leaving the suburban ghettos to the numbers. If a few thousand Britannian civilians were to be killed in the fighting, such would be unfortunate, but acceptable. It wasn't as if the enemy bothered about civilians. If the table was to turn, what of it? The EU troops might have been expected to take precautions, but the Hindustanis made no bones about their position. If the Britannians were to meet with massacres, so be it. As if the soldiers, most of whom had lost many family members to the occupation, were to show mercy.

Battalion Communications Center
Lahore Cantonment
Free Hindustan

At the 4th Armored Battalions HQ, Colonel Muhammad was busy on a telephone."That is correct. And then south to link up with the local cells under Major Hari Singh. From there, I want you to head straight down the old NH3 to Ahmadabad. The Paras should be holed up at the Airfield. If they haven't taken it, be judicial in use of the Arty. Excellent. Yes, I had it all sent over just a few minutes ago. Already? One hell of a printer you must have there. Good luck Comrade. Halifax out." Taking his peaked cap from the table before him, Muhammad placed it smartly ontop his head and opened his attache case. Inside sat a small manila envelope, bulging from the documents within it. Taking out and opening the envelope, Muhammad rummaged about before withdrawing yet another envelope, this one considerably smaller and thinner. Placing it in an internal pocket of the case, he sealed its larger counterpart, before snapping the case shut. Quickly making his way towards the lobby of the building, he kept glancing at his wristwatch. Stepping outside, the harsh Lahore sun beat down upon him, causing drops of sweat to slowly work their way down his already glistening face. Approaching a waiting staff car, he returned the salute of the driver, who opened the front passenger door for him. Sliding into the seat, Muhammad let out a great sigh, as he directed the AC's blast of cool air right at his head. Placing his case on his lap, and his cap on his case he turned to the driver. "CO's quarters. Make it fast. If I'm late again, he will go on about it to no end."

Looking out of the window, Muhammad attempted to take his mind off of the issues at hand. As the various buildings and grounds of the cantonment sped by, he kept latching onto the faces of the soldiers standing guard outside. "Poor bastards." he thought. "Out there to roast all day. If we chose them for LRP, at least they wouldn't weigh themselves down with sunscreen." Chuckling at his own joke, he smiled for a moment before a frown swept over his face. He detested nothing more than sending good men and women off to be shot, or blown to pieces, and never had he done so on such a scale before. To think how only a short while ago, he had been lecturing and inspecting schools. And now, back to the real work. Planning offensives, coordinating the guerrillas, et cetera, et cetera.

As the car pulled up the refurbished bungalow that was the quarters of Colonel General Ram Sharma, Muhammad once again putt on his cap. Stepping out again into the heat, he walked briskly to the door. Passing through the superfluous security check (all the men on base knew him by sight) Muhammad entered the General's office. Already in attendance were the EU ground commander and the head of the Air Wing. "Dammit, late again."

[Bentus]

July 13th Operation Goliath – 1 hour
Yokota Base, Area 11

“All checks complete. Equipment stowed and secured for take-off – traffic control has given us a green light.” Shiro nodded in response to his co-pilot, “Ryôkai. Taking off.” The exchange was routine, even if the situation was not. Years and countless hours of repetition and practice had made the pre-flight checks instinctive to Shiro, who could almost put himself in a daze as his mind automatically checked through the exhaustive list. A gentle tug on the throttle was all it took for the Hawk to gracefully lift itself into the Tokyo sky, the air base below a hive of activity; filled with craft in various stages of taking off. Shiro couldn’t help but breathe an involuntary sigh of relief. He felt comfort whilst airborne: safety and security. It was all illusionary of course, he was probably more vulnerable with a lack of cover in his helicopter; but the facts didn’t change the sensation of being aloof and separate from the devices of mankind on the Earth below.

“Wolf flight, repeat Wolf flight. This is Bristol, you have new orders and heading from command. Acknowledge.” Shiro felt himself pulled out of his trance. He cast a nervous glance towards his co-pilot, who exchanged a worried look. With a moment’s hesitation, he keyed the radio. “Bristol, this is Wolf. We read you. Transmit new orders and co-ordinates at your leisure.” The heads-up-display momentarily flashed as a new icon appeared – indicating the package containing the new set of orders. A subtle glance opened the transmitted file, which Shiro quickly scanned. “What the hell?” Shiro’s co-pilot had obviously received the same co-ordinates, if his exclamation was anything to go on. “Shiro, are you reading this?” The pilot nodded, his face hardened in a look of grim determination. “Aye.” He once again keyed the radio, not expecting the orders to change with clarification but hoping regardless. “Bristol this is Wolf. Confirm new co-ordinates thirty-one point two November, one-two-one point Echo? That’s beyond our fuel range.”

“Confirmed Wolf. The Pacific fleet will provide refuelling facilities en route, Bristol out.” Shiro signed off, still not fully believing what he’d heard. Bloody Shanghai, they wouldn’t be going into the Federation for anything other than one reason: an invasion. Shiro had thought the massive uptake in activity across the islands had been a sign of the scale of the impending Allied attack. That it was all part of a Birtannian coup-de-grace had never crossed his mind. He turned back to address the rest of his crew, “Ok folks, you heard upstairs. Buckle up and catch some shut-eye, we’re in it for the long haul tonight.”

July 14th, Operation Goliath + 6 hours
HMS Eire, off the coast of China

The cold night air flooded into the cabin as the door was opened. The distant coastline was ignited by fires and littered by explosions as the Britannian invasion force clashed with the defenders. “Fuel’s loaded! Captain wants you airborne yesterday auxiliary!” Shiro couldn’t care less if the Britannian refused to address him by his rank, it wasn’t the time nor the place to pick at an old wound. As it was, he could hardly hear the man’s voice over the constant thumping of the fleet’s mighty artillery. Giving nothing but a nod in response, Shiro gestured for the door to once again be shut against the frosty breeze and in a moment the Hawk had once again taken flight. The craft rose above the monstrous Carrier-Battleship, its deck crammed with Knightmares and helicopters being resupplied. So many had been requisitioned for the invasion at the last minute, that all fixed-wing operations had had to be moved to the Eire’s sister ship. Shiro forcefully pushed all such thoughts from his head, refusing to tear his gaze away from the approaching coastline and the smoke plumes billowing from the city over the horizon. “This is it. Masato, get on the radio and start scanning for distress calls – we’re headed into the thick of it.” Shiro did his best to hide the quiver in his voice. He wasn’t entirely sure if he succeeded, unable to completely remove the lump building in his throat through will power alone. The small grey aircraft darted through the night, the red cross emblazoned on its side lost in the deep night sky as it raced into the fires.

[Ghondra]

HIMS Charles zi Britannia, English Channel

"Irene is a go, repeat, Irene is a go." Blared the PA Systems, echoing inside the hulls of the Amphibious Assault Ship, and on the flat deck as men and machine scrambled to get ready for the Re-unification with the true Homeland: Sacred Britannia,the British Isles. Marine Lieutenant Earl Roberts grinned as he boarded a UH-155 Sea Hawk, with it was his 20 men platoon of Bona Fide, Royal Marine Infantry, ready to kick ass for King and Country (Hoo-rah!) Roberts had been dreaming of this mission all his life. The first true Britannians to retake the true homeland once and for all. "You ready there LT?!" Roberts' NCO; Sergeant Andrew Nichols shouted over the lively whirl of Helicopter blades, while the RMI-men secured themselves in their seats.

"Excited Sarge!" Roberts retorted, feeling a lurch inside his stomach as the Helicopter took off the deck, he glanced outside, through the side-doors. He grinned, A true testament of Britannian Firepower he though silently, smirking at the sight of dozens of ships and hundreds of LCACs and other Helicopters, proceeding the first Invasion of Britain since Napoleon's Invasion. "This is it boys! We're gonna go home!" Roberts said, drawing a few smiles and chuckles from his men, Roberts merely jested, they all knew that if Command had their way, they would be stuck in the front for some time.

It didn't matter. The Invasion was on.

(OOC: This post was going to be a lot longer. A lot longer. But unfortunately, I was utterly fucked by the short-termed lack of contact with the Internet, and instead of ending this post in an Awesome firefight that will uplift your spirits. Instead, It ended with a simple handwave.

Fuck.)

[Tenenza]

6 Miles from the Tokyo Settlement

Xiaodan had been alone in the planning room of the supply tranport when the recall order was received. It was a personal broadcast from General Cao, informing the Chinese Federation Forces that the High Eunuchs required them to return and defend their homeland. It was heavy on mentioning the defence of the mainland, and the honor it would bring, and the general overall seemed as commanding and authoritative as when he had made his invasion speech.

But Xiaodan saw doubts pool along the edges of his eyes. A few moments of hesitation, of disbelief. In a way, Cao's doubts were correct. They had been betrayed. The High Eunuchs had tasked the two of them with 'liberating' Japan, the most important piece of land in the whole world right now. The ones who would take it from Britannia would be heroes, made legendary and forever entombed in History. And now, the High Eunuchs had broken their promise, and had betrayed them.

Xiaodan looked down at her battle plans, the result of months of tireless planning and calculation, perfected through hardship and out of desperation. Such a waste. Clutching her plans, she swept them into an already overfilled waste-bin, and with her lighter, set it ablaze.

As the alarms rang out, Xiaodan quietly unholstered her pistol and aimed it at the door. And she waited.

---

July 14th, Xinjiang region, The Chinese Federation

Xiaodan mulled over the current situation from her seat aboard the "Pangu". Britannia was advancing fast, too fast. It they drew any closer, then the High Eunuchs would most certainly be displeased with her work. And General Cao's fate had already shown that those who displeased the High Eunuchs were not long for this world. Xiaodan reclined further in her command chair. The luxury of it's fine silk and plush pillows was overshadowed by the tense air within the command room. Everyone still had the General's execution fresh in their mind.

A muffled explosion resonated through the command room. No one was fazed. Xiaodan had made it very clear that any of her bridge staff who were unable to function in the middle of a warzone would be shot for incompetence.

The battle at this point was simple, The Chinese Federation had to hold the Britannians back until reinforcements from Shanghi and the recalled invasion foces arrived to level the playing field. Britannian had to breach the line and destroy as much of the Chinese Command Structure as possible to ensure that even when the reinforcements arrived, the Chinese Federation wouldn't be able to match the might of Britannia. So far, Britannia held the advantage. Three Generals and countless lesser officers had been killed by devastating tactical infantry strikes.

Xiaodan was now the highest ranking Officer, and was thus the next target in line.
Unless something better appeared.

[Nuridia]

Charlotte drove behind the ambulance as it rushed James to the hospital. She prayed that he would be okay and wondered if their parents knew about this. Their mother would fret and cry and take the first plane to Africa along with some of their half siblings probably. Their father Charles probably wouldn't care, he has so many children why would he? If one died there were a thousand more to take their place.

[Gigaverse]

Charlotte drove behind the ambulance as it rushed James to the hospital. She prayed that he would be okay and wondered if their parents knew about this. Their mother would fret and cry and take the first plane to Africa along with some of their half siblings probably. Their father Charles probably wouldn't care, he has so many children why would he? If one died there were a thousand more to take their place.

Charlotte's phone rang. She answered it.

"Hello? Is this Princess Charlotte?", the other side asked.

[Nuridia]

Charlotte was tailing the ambulance in her car when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up and answered it, she was puzzled when they asked who she was. "Who wants to know?" "The question is who are you and how'd you get my number?" Lottie asked back.

[Gigaverse]

Charlotte was tailing the ambulance in her car when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up and answered it, she was puzzled when they asked who she was. "Who wants to know?" "The question is who are you and how'd you get my number?" Lottie asked back.

"Quite a strong girl, aren't you?

... you don't need to know my identity. How's His Highness James?"

The voice asked, stiff and cold as the air in winter.

[Nuridia]

Charlotte's eyes widened at the voice's words. "Well I guess you don't need to know mine then." she said, her voice steady. She grew angry when she heard the voice talk about James so casually. "So you're the one who ordered that hit on the prince?" "You sadistic fuck bastard." Charlotte demanded.

[Gigaverse]

Charlotte's eyes widened at the voice's words. "Well I guess you don't need to know mine then." she said, her voice steady. She grew angry when she heard the voice talk about James so casually. "So you're the one who ordered that hit on the prince?" "You sadistic fuck bastard." Charlotte demanded.

"Quite the contrary. I need him alive for any of my plans to work out."

He paused for a few seconds, then continued.

"I will ask you again: Where is he now?"

[Ghondra]

IFB Reykjavik, Iceland

"Once you touchdown, immediately make your way to the port. Approach from the mountainside, leave a team of snipers behind, and slowly approach the Objective. Do not stop for anything, once you secure the port's outskirts. Make your way in, and reach the Military command center, disable comms with European command, and get in contact with the 3rd Fleet. Deactivate defenses, and Norway is ours, clear?"

"CLEAR!" The assembled cadre of SAS Operators confirmed to their Chief Executive Liaison, who nodded, and let out a slightly grim smile, "Good luck boys," the old man said to the much younger operators, gazing at them, because he knew that the mission was a risk, after all, he planned it.

"The code for the touchdown is Geronimo, I say again; Geronimo" He said, before closing the gap ever so slightly between him and the operators, "Clear?"

"CLEAR!" "OUT-FUCKING-STANDING! Dismiss."

2 Hours later

"ALL HAIL BRITANNIA!" The company commander shouted, his voice echoing in the silent darkness of the cold and dark Icelandic midnight. "AND FOR GOD AND COUNTRY!" The company-men said, downing their single can of beer. Behind them, laid out, was the pad that will lead them to either victory, or death. "Let's go!" The commander said, packing his bag, and as tradition stated; the first one in.

[Jordslag]

James laid down in the Hospital bed, not moving. He was conscious, but in terrible condition and was still being worked on by the Doctors. "Oh dear, it seems I've made quite a mess of myself again." He muttered to himself. He was surprised by how coarse his voice sounded, then looked down at his throat and saw a huge bandage there. "Ah, so that 's what happened." He said. He started sitting up, despite protests from the doctors, and tried to get out of bed. He fell right down. "Dammit, I've never felt so weak. Lucius is going to be angry..." He muttered in anger. The doctors lifted him back into the bed, despite resistance from James, and continued to try to heal him before it was too late. "Lucius... Please... Make it here..." He said before blacking out from pain.

[Nuridia]

Charlotte's eyes widened at the voice's words. "Well I guess you don't need to know mine then." she said, her voice steady. She grew angry when she heard the voice talk about James so casually. "So you're the one who ordered that hit on the prince?" "You sadistic fuck bastard." Charlotte demanded.

"Quite the contrary. I need him alive for any of my plans to work out."

He paused for a few seconds, then continued.

"I will ask you again: Where is he now?"

"He's getting treatment, at a hospital in Lagos." Lottie said to the man. "Are you one of our enemies, you better pray not." Finally, they had arrived at the hospital and Charlotte was outside of the hospital room James was in, pacing back and forth. She didn't like this one bit, she hated being helpless to help her family. But people weren't allowed in while operations were commencing.