“Ooh, a cockpit? How very appropriate!”
It was suddenly and quite without explanation a very painful existence for Lelouch as an additional body manifested within the Knightmare frame, leaving him crushed between two attractive women. Villetta, he knew how she got in here. This green-haired girl on the other hand… Nope. No clue. None at all. Though how she got there was not quite so much a priority as how he would draw his next breath.
“Well, hello there. I’m Code Cocknosis, but you can call me C.C.”
No question of it, his vision was definitely starting to blur around the edges. Maybe if he made Villetta shift her weight like <i>this</i> then he could get enough space to properly breathe.
“While I certainly appreciate why you might want to take down Clovis first, have you really thought through all your options? After all, he’s known about the book a fair bit longer than you have. If he’s used it himself, he might be even more adept at using it than you are!”
“I demand you tell me who you are!” he yelled, and with as much warning as she arrived the girl was gone again. C.C. was it? Lelouch drew in as much air as he could manage and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. A strange girl, but her advice could well be invaluable. If she was telling the truth… If she was correct, then perhaps a direct confrontation with Clovis would not be the wisest course to take at this point. Perhaps a different plan of attack would be more prudent? Rather than attacking head on, come at him sideways….
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On the whole today had really, <i>really</i> sucked. It had seemed like a pretty good idea, really. Steal some vital research equipment they had found out was being transported, make a clean getaway, figure out how to use it against them. Should have been a simple matter. Should have been, but here they were getting chased down like dogs. Obviously they had underestimated how damned important this stuff was to those bastards. Who could have guessed they would tear up Shinjuku while looking for it? For some stupid little book she was holding, nestled on her lap!
“Running away?” her pursuer yelled. “I think not! Come back and fight! Let us see how you handle that outdated Knightmare frame!”
As it happened she handled it pretty damn well, but not nearly enough to match the speed difference of their latest model. At this rate he’d tear through her like she was butter and there wasn’t a single damned thing she could do to stop him!
“There’s a train coming. Jump on it to escape.”
The voice came out of nowhere, like some kind of miracle. No time to question it. Kallen saw it pass out from under a bridge, almost in slow motion so she leaped through the air desperate to catch it. Each moment left hanging as gravity caught up to her felt like an hour. Would she miss? Had she been too late? Would her pursuer catch up to her in time to prevent this escape? Would he be able to make the train? It felt like he was hot on her heels!
Success! The train roared down the line far faster than needed to escape. Kallen released a lungful of air that she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding in. That had been far, far too close!
“K1, are you up there?”
“What’s going on?” Kallen replied. She stared down at the ground surrounding the train, and recognised several of the faces. Resistance had gathered here. But why? She slipped out of the cockpit with book in hand and a smile on her face. “I brought what they were transporting!” Kallen said quite enthusiastically. “This book! See?”
Ohgi stared at her outstretched hand as though he wasn’t even seeing it and said, “What book? What are you talking about?”
The other men around them seemed equally puzzled. What was this? Some kind of joke? Kallen’s frustration quite understandably spiked and she hurled it right at Ohgi’s forehead. Then nearly fainted when it passed right through, landed on the ground behind him, flipped open and a green haired girl popped right out.
“They can’t see it, you know. Only women can see the book of titnosis, just as only men can see the book of cocknosis. Please, call me C.C. and ignore the voice about to speak up. You have so much more productive activity to take part in.”
A billion questions flew by Kallen’s mind. For example: Who drugged her tea this morning? Why was it only kicking in now? What had she been drugged with, and would she come down from it quickly enough to be able to help her fellow Japanese? There was no time to answer them as a voice broke the afternoon air.
“Take the weapons behind you and raise as much hell as you like,” the voice demanded. A man’s voice, commanding and arrogant with a strong hint of intelligence. It was coming from a Knightmare frame! What the hell was going on? “Use this gift wisely, and I might even get you some more.”
The green-haired girl walked right through Ohgi and forced Kallen’s mouth closed. “Dear me, it’s so undignified to stand around with your jaw open like that. Please, why don’t you try to read from the book. Learn of the power the Britannians seek to tame, and try to use your assets wisely.
“So many don’t.”
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Today had sucked, and Clovis wasn’t just saying that because of the green-haired bitch sucking him dry underneath the table. They lost the book. They <i>lost</i> the <i>book</i> in the middle of an Eleven ghetto. Heads would roll for this, this, <i>complete cock up</i>!
Starting with the Elevens that dared - that <i>dared</i> to try and take something that belonged to him! Something they could never possibly understand the wonder or the glory of! Something they could never- Ngh! “That’s right, swallow it all!” he grunted, again amazed at his favourite toy’s ability to one up herself time and again.
“Sir, something strange is happening. Alpha team has dropped off the face of the planet. There's no word from them.”
Clovis tapped the screen in front of him and looked over the map of the area. Strange. The Elevens had clearly stolen some of the older Glasgow models for their pitiful attempt at defending themselves. They had all vanished into thin air, as though they weren’t there to begin with. Which led him to a conclusion he didn’t much care for. “Well then! It appears they have managed to steal a few Sutherlands. How bold of them. It will not avail them. Even assuming their pilots were a match for ours - which they most certainly are not - we will still be able to crush them under the weight of numbers.”
Which he could confidently say thanks in part to his empirical evidence that size definitely does matter. The soulless green-haired witch at his feet stared up at him with those empty, vacant eyes, and Clovis felt his cock twitch a little into life again. No, down, boy! We’ve got some rebels to crush under the sheer long and hard reach of Britannia’s military!
… At least that was the plan. It didn’t quite work out that way. Remotely. He’d move one unit to try to pincer the rebels, and then find his own units ambushed. He’d set his own ambushes only to find his units in pincer movements, and then he’d tried forcing them all into a single area with the intention of turning it into a killzone - Only for the killzone to be empty and for it to collapse under the weight of explosions.
The only thing keeping him sane right now was that the witch’s tongue was a miracle unto itself.
- Lelouch makes his move.
- Kallen reads the book.
- What’s up with C.C?
- Something else
PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE LET KALLEN READ FROM THE BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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