Charles Zi Britannia didn't wait. The mont the call ended with Lelouch, he made a public announcent.
In front of live television, he started his speech.
"This is your 98th Emperor Charles Zi Britannia! I am here to announce that I abdicate my throne and announce that my son, and the 11th Prince of Imperial Throne, Lelouch Vi Britannia, will replace as the 99th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire."
"..."
"..."
Such an announcent sends shockwaves through the whole Empire! The regular people looked at the TV screens, gobsmacked for a few monts before erupting in cheers.
All of a sudden, celebrations erupted in the streets.
Even the sceptical ones quickly got swept aside by celebrations.
But the ones who were terrified by this developnt were the nobility. They quickly scrambled for control.
The Empire shattered in a single announcent.
"...Your Majesty… why such a declaration?" Schneizel asked as he could not understand why he released chaos.
"Why not, Schneizel?" Charles smiled while replying.
"Well… I an… the transition could have been simpler." The blonde was a bit confused. He could tell that it was petty.
"And allow Lelouch to stroll in?" The now forr emperor chuckled from amusent.
"Y-Your Majesty! Anaheim forces just entered our territories!" One of the Officers dashed into the Throne room.
"What of it? We are part of it." Charles rolled his eyes.
"...This…then?" The officer stumbled. What the hell! Did he miss sothing!?
"Let them do whatever they want." The Forr Emperor shrugged without care.
For one, his dream failed; for another, his favourite son passed his test. He can let him take over.
Just as he said, more chaos erupted throughout the whole Empire.
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"W-What is the aning of this!??" Oldrin looked at the TV screen in the Alaska base.
"Anaheim forces just crossed into our territories!" One of the officers said to the Knights and the Princess.
"We need a confirmation!" Marrybell exclaid with a frustrated look.
'This is just like father! Taking the most dramatic option! Damn you!' The Princess gnashed her teeth.
"I don't care, I am going out and will try to stop them!" Luciano blasted out like a whirlwind.
"Luciano, wait!" Dorothea tried to stop him, but the guy was already gone.
The Knight of Round smugly boarded his Setanta; the spherical cockpit sealed the hatch as the OS booted up. Monts later, he blasted into the sky.
He flew towards the Carrier that had entered Alaskan territory through the Bering Strait.
"You are not going anywhere!"
The mobile suit pointed its rifle at the spaceship. He pressed the trigger, but nothing ca out of the barrel!
"..."
*Click*Click*Click*
"...What the fuck!? Shoot it! Damn it!" Luciano squeezed the control stick even harder.
"Lord Luciano!" His Valkyries followed after him and looked confused from their Zaku Type II mobile suits.
[Assuming Direct Control]
A sinister machine voice spread through the whole cockpit as the machine began to fly towards the Carrier.
"What is going on!? Who is controlling my mobile suit!?" The Knight began to panic as the ch was not listening to him!
The cockpit screen was replaced by Anaheim Flag.
[My na is Legion, for we are many.] The mobile suit replied as he was taken away towards the Carrier. The man tried to wrestle the control out, but it was pointless; there was no response!
"Lord Luciano!" His Valkyrie squad tried to make sense of what was happening, but the ch was unresponsive.
Instead, it was flying towards the Carrier! They tried an approach, but more than twenty Anaheim Setantas aid their beam rifles at the Valkyries.
The four girls grimaced as they realised that it was a trap. The Setantas they recovered were not that simple! They were rigged even when they were wreckages upon their acquisition!
It was stupid to think that they could use Anaheim tech against them.
"Luciano!"
Two more Setantas in Britannian colours rushed towards the Carrier.
"Oh no! Lady Monica! Lady Dorothea! It's a trap!"
The valkyries turned around and looked at the two more Knights of Round.
The two machines stopped responding.
"What is going on!?" The blonde knight looked at her machine.
It stopped listening to her!
[Assuming Direct Control]
The Anaheim flag appeared on the screen.
*Tsk!*
Dorothea tried to move the control sticks, but she swiftly realised that she couldn't do anything! Everything is holographic except for the control sticks.
'This was a setup! Damn that Prince! I thought that the OS was reset and then reprogramd!'
Dorothea double-checked, but all of a sudden, everything looked as it had before they reprogramd it!
Just like that, 3 Setantas returned to Anaheim as they landed in the catapult decks; they were greeted by Anaheim Black Tactical Gear soldiers.
The beam rifles pointed at three Knights of the Round Table.
The AIs opened the hatches as the soldiers pulled the pilots out one by one.
"Damn bastards! You tricked us!" Luciano exclaid with deep anger! This was beyond humiliating!
"You tricked yourself by thinking that you can use our tech against us." The captain of the soldiers comnted with an amused tone.
"Take them to the brig. We shall wait for his Majesty the Emperor's command." The leading officer motioned for them to be taken away.
"...what did you just say?" Monica looked surprised. What did he an by his Majesty the Emperor?
"You didn't hear it yet? His Highness, Prince Lelouch, is declared by the 99th Emperor and has been confird by the Britannian Parliant.
You just committed treason by trying to attack the Emperor's personal Army."
"...Hold it… We didn't know that! We thought it was not real!" Dorothea was confused as hell! Anaheim was their enemy less than an hour ago!
One simply doesn't switch! Especially with how the Emperor used to be! He was a no-nonsense individual, never pulling so weird stuff like now!
"Well, now you know."
With that said, the Carrier moved forward.
~~~
'Damn you, old man…. You love giving such gifts!'
Marcus was tapping his foot nerviously as he watched his flagship enter the Britannian territory.
Well, it was his territory now. He was now the Emperor of the world.
But the issue is that riots erupted again. This ti around, they were not as simple. Nobles are rebelling.
aning actual armies, fighting each other, not sothing like civilians taking up arms.
The newly appointed Emperor looked to the side of his throne and pressed the comms button.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" The catapult deck crew responded to him.
"How is the situation with my Lugh?"
"...umm, Your Majesty, we have extended the current MK-II rifles we have, but the thing is we have no idea how well it would work; we need testing.
On top of that… Legion bots are working on Gravity resonance; it would seem if sothing is off."
Marcus sighed. That is what he was worried about. Utilising gravity tech in a strong gravity well can fuck up stuff.
It's almost like two magnets trying to pull in stuff.
Obviously, it's not that simple; the tech of 3rd is basically the reboot of 1st gen. Lugh is still Lugh, obviously; he won't develop 4th gen anyti soon.
He still needs to figure out the gravity kinks he doesn't want his ch to turn into a black hole in the midst of piloting it.
'Fuck it.'
"In this situation, Ecne is better, preparing my Goddess of Knowledge."
"Understood, Your Majesty."
Marcus sighed as he dismissed the hologram and leaned into his throne.
'Damn that old man. Why can he give up with grace? I guess… I wouldn't go out without showing my middle finger either.'
He grimaced for a second before standing up and throwing his cloak on the throne.
"You will go in person?" C.C. asked as she was pondering on sothing before this.
"Of course. It's ti to put them in place." He frowned.
"You have my Geass now. You can put them on a spell before arresting all of them." His Witch suggested to him.
"No. No need. I put them down. The fewer there are of them, the better. Britannia needs a reshuffle." He replied after pondering for a bit.
"Whatever, you say… Your Majesty." The girl called him with his new title with amusent. All of the Britannians under their control are already calling him by his new royal title; the only others from other cultures are still adjusting and trying to understand what just transpired!
"Hm. It doesn't sound bad when it cos from your lips." He smiled, and she smiled back with a coy look.
"Is that so?" The beauty teased back as she rose, walked over to him, and leaned into his chest.
"Once this is over… we should have so fun~" She sultrily suggested before kissing him on the lips. It was a simple kiss… yet it made him stop in his tracks for a second, then shake his head in amusent.
"Whatever you say, my witch, for now I need to put down rebelling nobles.
They need to know that they are not dealing with so random prince."
He declared before walking away to the lift at the back of the bridge.
C.C. watched him walk away with a smile. She went over and got comfortable in his throne.
~~~~~~anwhile~~~~~~
"Euphemia… are you sure?"
Cornelia looked at her little sister, who was dressed in a pink pilot suit. She was worried, but it would seem her little sister was motivated to help.
"Yes, I am! This could have ended! The wars on Earth are almost over, forever! Yet… so lunatics are still resisting!" The pinkette clenched her fist. She was… angry!
"This is ending today!" She looked at her Brigid, the bulky artillery mobile suit. It was… a nace!
The older sibling closed her eyes for a second before opening and looking at her.
"Very well, I shall assist you." Cornelia nodded before she looked at Morrigan.
"Thank you, Cornelia." Euphemia stepped forward, and her mobile suit dropped on one knee and picked her up.
'Whoever is facing her… they have my condolences… not that they will even feel a thing when they are sent to hell.'
The War Princess is well aware that Brigid's weaponry is a literally shrunk-down version of the weapons they use for orbital bombardnt.
Those things don't blow up; they erase.
"My princess, we are approaching Panama."
Cornelia listened to the ssage before she looked at Euphemia.
"Euphe, we are going to secure Central Britannia. This is where the 3rd Space Elevator will be built. It needs to be secure for construction work to start."
"Understood, sister."
The artillery-type mobile suit moved towards the Catapult, collected its massive cannon, and then stepped onto the platform that would launch her.
The older sibling followed as she boarded her Dragoon-type mobile suit.
"Guilford and Darlton will assist us at the spearhead."
The Princess issued instructions as her mobile suit powered up, and the team's squad chat opened.
"Understood, Princess!" The two knights and their followers joined the chat. Before long, the mobile suits launched one after another.
Though what they saw… made them realise that they are not needed…
After all…
KK-61/DA01 Brigid was the last KK machine to be built.
Its power was on a completely different level!
Blue beams with yellow lightning erased all of the rebelling Sutherlands that tried to occupy the Panama Canal.
Brigid had two shoulder cannons, and the main weapons were erasing three targets. It was like an eraser brushing through text, simply making things disappear.
It was rapid and extrely efficient.
The knights, even Cornelia, stopped in their tracks as they watched Euphemia bring peace in the most graphic way possible.
'Damn it, Lelouch…what kind of machine did you build for her…' The Witch of Britannia thought to herself as she noticed how Brigid looked, but she never emphasised it until she saw it in person.
"Enemies… eliminated, we should proceed." The Pink Princess comnted as she popped on screen again.
"Princess… you should leave so for us!"
One of the knights complained, making the Princess giggle.
"Sorry, but Brigid wanted to see so action."
'You don't say…' Cornelia sighed as she composed and decided to assist… in so way.
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