Sorry for the late update. The traffic jam called writers block just WOULD NOT clear up. Sorry if this seems short. I'll try to make the next chapter longer.

The B.K. s = Black Knights

The R.A.s = Rebels of the Aristocracy

Disclaimer: I don't Own CODE GEASS

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Chapter 5

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The Black Knights mobilized and got into position. They notified the Britannian unit of their arrival and 3 minutes latter entered the Battle. What had seemed to be a doomed battle changed into a certain victory for the previously besieged Britannian forces.

Within half an hour of entering the conflict the surviving R.A. units found themselves boxed in and surrounded by the combined might of the Britannian and B.K. forces.

However, this was not the greatest surprise that day. 20 seconds after issuing demands for immediate surrender, a nation-wide transmission was broadcast.

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Inside R.A Commanders Knightmare:

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"Shit we're trapped."

And to think the day started out so well. He'd woken up that morning feeling refreshed after a good-nights' sleep and eager to start the days battle. He'd washed up, scrubbed his tan skin until it practically glowed, combed his short blond hair back from his dark grey eyes, and all the while thought about what preparations to make for the victory party. After all, the only thing Commander Eric Humphreys liked more than a good invigorating battle was the after-battle victory party.

They'd made their plans and carried them out perfectly. His second lieutenant had lead the ambushes that surprised the B.K's, and their guerrilla tactics and skillful use of obstacles had enabled them to whittle away at the enemy without taking much damage on their own forces.

Mean while his unit had waited in hiding a few kilometers away for a surprise attack on the Britannian reinforcements. Once they had started to arrive and set up their command center, his unit had moved in to attack. With their command base established they couldn't move without making it vulnerable. Pinned down and surrounded (despite having the greater numbers) they could not help the B.K's. Victory would be settled when the Britannian's and Black Knights either lost too many troops or lost their command base.

Then everything had changed.

Somehow the Black Knights had managed to turn the tables and the R.A forces had found themselves trapped between the Britannia and B.K forces. Even the terrain seemed to be against them. Buildings, both fallen and standing, acted like armed walls. There was no escape.

Just who was commanding the Black Knights now?

The com buzzed. "Sir, Look at the electric billboard-screen (Author: sorry but I don't know the right name for this), isn't he supposed to be dead?"

The commander turned his knightmare to face the billboard-screen atop one of the nearby buildings that had somehow managed to survive all the recent fighting. There the masked face of Zero appeared, larger than life and just as imposing.

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"I am Zero."

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6/23/2012

P.S.: I waited a day before posting in order to participate in the online Black Out that took place on the 23rd.