A group of Sutherlands dropped to one knee when two machines descended from the sky.
"Your Highness! We are at your command."
When Marcus saw this scene before him, he knew that Jeremiah had told them that he was the Eleventh Prince.
'Well, it is to be expected, I am not trying very hard to hide my true identity.'
"Well, this was unexpected," Leila comnted from her machine. The girl wasn't expecting the reveal of his identity so soon.
As the chs landed in Anaheim's factory's backyard, the pilots of Sutherlands were waiting for him. Jeremiah specifically told him that there are so things to discuss.
"Well, things happen." He said with a sigh as he left the cockpit.
Taranis' hand moved over to the cockpit area as he could stand on the machine's palm.
The ch lowered him to the ground.
Sure enough, the Sutherland pilots didn't hesitate as they followed his lead and left their machines.
They all swiftly lined up before him, and leading the front was Jeremiah.
"I assu that you told them about ?" Marcus comnted with a knowing tone.
"It was a great chance, My Prince! The awe of your Mobile Suits… it made realise that it would be a great opportunity to gain followers." His Knight explained to him.
"Hmm…" He looked at the gathered group. They all looked nervous, wondering what the prince would say.
"Since this is the case." The Inventor Prince took a step forward. His inherited charisma surged as he began to speak.
"I want you all to understand sothing. Following ans that you will face the Britannians on the battlefield.
My enemy is soone from the high echelons of Britannian nobility. Soone who can hire Britannian special forces.
If you all can agree to this, then by all ans. You can follow ."
"We don't mind, Your Highness!"
To these guys, the most important thing is following a strong leader; if they are strong, riches and status will follow.
Regardless of the era, if they have machines for mounts or wield bronze weapons, people would want the sa thing, and that is wealth or status. For these purists who are descended from pureblood britannians, they want nobility status!
If they follow a prince who is extrely talented like this, they will have what they want!
"Is that so? Then follow ." He turned around and walked back to his Taranis. The ch picked him up, and the prince was back in the cockpit.
"Follow to my workshop, and we shall iron out the details. You boys and girls are signing your lives, just rember that.
I am, after all, my father's son."
The pilots gulped nerviously, but the Prince's knight could only grin from excitent.
Finally!
As Tiranis folded into the plane, it began to fly towards a specific location, and the pilots scrambled to follow him! They needed to get into their machines first!
The other machine didn't wait either!
"Quickly! Don't waste your ti!" Jeremiah exclaid as his Sutherland powered up and they rushed to their machines.
Before long, their machines were following a blue streak of light.
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The purists gawked at the things in the workshop. Robots, holograms, experintal tech, they have no idea what it is…
This was what they were expecting after seeing the machines, but… being this close caused them to get out of character and gawk like small kids.
"First." Marcus got into his chair as it turned around and allowed the inventor to speak to his new followers.
"My goals." A hologram manifested behind him, showing Earth.
This symbolism made everyone know what he ant!
He was truly his father's son! Prince Lelouch desires Earth! That ans World Domination.
"I desire to claim this world as mine. But it's only the beginning, what I truly want…is this."
The hologram zood out from Earth and showed the solar system, but it continued to zoom out, revealing the entire Milky Way Galaxy.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...My Prince."
Marcus didn't stop as he showed a hologram of the KK-01 Tiranis Mobile Suit.
"This is KK-01 Tiranis, it's equipped to fly through the void of emptiness. The sheer gap between Sutherland and Tiranis is that one is at the Interstellar Age, and the other is built at a ti when a machine can't even fly."
"..." The group lost their voice. They tried to reason that the prince's goal was…absurd!
"I already have the entire infrastructure set up. All I need is to gather resources and build my base. Once the base is set, I will start building my space infrastructure and send resources down to the planet's surface.
It's not the matter if I can, but when."
The new group gulped down what they were hearing was sci-fi…
Only Marcus' knight was grinning like a silly person; he was ready for this!
"All of you shall be my knights. I expect loyalty." Marcus got serious.
"What I am doing is bringing in a new age, an interstellar age; nothing happening on Earth at the mont compares to my mission to put humanity on other planets." He spoke while standing up.
"That ans all of you have a chance to leave an eternal mark on an Interstellar Empire. Continents, Planets, and even Solar Systems can be nad after you; that is what you are joining.
On the other hand, if my trust is broken, I will know that, since my Artificial Intelligence is already embedded in Britannian systems."
He smiled, making them feel a chill pass through their bodies.
However, it only lasted for a second as they all felt excitent wash over them. It was a grand mission! The group started to feel pride swell; they were like the explorers who discovered the Aricas.
But on a greater scale! Forget a new continent! They will be knights to the Emperor, who will rule space itself!
At the mont, all of them dropped to one knee. The group began to swear their allegiance.
"Good. Then let's start with upgrades to your machines."
Marcus looked at the group of Sutherlands that took up a considerable amount of space in his workshop.
~~~
Around Mt. Fuji, there is a set of houses built in the old Japanese style, which were the Six Houses of Kyoto. The remnants of the old Japanese governnt that are responsible for
Several influential families that survived the invasion by surrendering to Britannia never gave up on the hope that they could gain independence.
Their plan from the beginning was to support rebel groups throughout Japan. Give them money and even Knightmares, like restored Glasgows.
But…
Even they felt for the trick concerning Anaheim, assuming that it was a Britannian military scrapyard.
These plutocrats and industrialists decided to support rebels in attacking these so that they could utilise resources that Britannia is not aware of that they had.
It was a sche to gain more resources for the independence movent.
But what they were considered was that it could have been sothing far grander than a simple Britannian scrapyard dedicated to the military.
Six people were drinking tea while discussing recent happenings in Japan.
"The Remnant Samurai cell has stopped responding." One of them said.
"I thought Clovis didn't interfere with cells that are far from Tokyo Settlent." Another one responded.
"It was not Clovis." A girl replied; she was quite young, the only female in the group. Dressed in a traditional Kimono, she had long, free-falling black hair and green eyes.
"Observers said that it was two machines that were nothing like Britannian Knightmares. They can fly and wield weaponry beyond observers' understanding." She repeated what was written in her report.
"...Makes no sense. Who provoked such an enemy? And more advanced than Sutherlands? Impossible, we need better observers." A bald man said while shaking his head.
"My people don't make up things." The girl got snappy before sharing sothing else.
"Besides, this machine was exactly like the one that caused the collapse of the Eastern European frontline." She quite smugly dropped this bombshell.
The Eastern European frontline is sowhat of a mystery; it can cause people to wonder if magic is real.
The whole event made no sense. At one mont, the war rages on, the next mont, people are terrified shitless, running away from a monster, the next mont, almost all soldiers are dead.
It doesn't help that the machine is not visible on the radar. It can't be properly photographed either!
"..."
"Then what is it doing here? Half of the world away." The leader of the group replied as his tone was heavy, and worry was visible in his eyes.
"No idea. I am simply reporting what I was given." The black haired girl took a sip of her tea after promptly replying.
The group continued with their daily eting, that was until one of the black-suited bodyguards rushed into the room.
"S-Sir!" The bodyguard looked at the old bald man. "W-We have a problem!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"What kind of problem?" The old man raised his eyebrows as he looked at his security.
"A flying machine landed in the backyard!" The sweaty guard replied. He was worried!
"!"
"!"
"!"
Everyone got on the edge, that machine is in THEIR yard!?
What is going on!?
"How does it look like!?" The bald man asked, even more worried!
"Dark purple, with black parts, it has so sort of wings that emit blue energy light…"
Everyone's breathing heavy in the room. It was evident that they were worried!
"...Shouldn't we go and check?" The only girl in the room asked. She had the most courage compared to the room full of geezers.
"...fine. Let's go."
Eventually, all of them stood up and walked through the doors into the corridor and then outside. Where a machine was just standing there. But then, their eyes ended up on another machine, which was floating there, observing what was going on.
"Six Houses of Kyoto. It has been a while."
Machine's words perked up. Has it been a while? Did they et sowhere?
The cockpit hatch opened as the machine's hand moved, assisting the pilot to exit the mobile suit and then lowering him down.
"...You are Marcus Goldman!"
It was imdiately clear why those rebels were blown up! They stole from him! Never did they in their wildest dreams think that Anaheim had such machines!
"Indeed. But we t before." He smirked while looking at them. Kaguya, who was staring at him, finally realised sothing!
"Y-You are Lelouch! I am sure of it!" The girl clapped her hands. After shalessly staring at him, she made the connection!
"Well, well. So you do rember , Princess Kaguya." He smiled at her, making her blush.
"K-Kaguya is fine! N-No need to call Princess or anything." She waved her hands, fighting her embarrassnt!
"So you ARE alive." The bald man, Taizo Kirihara, acknowledged that he rembered the prince; he had t him before.
"I assu you took the identity of Marcus Goldman, the genius prosthetics inventor, and created Anaheim Robotics, to build…these…" The man's gaze went to the machine that was kneeling on one leg.
"Is it for the revenge?" Eventually, he asked, making the other five look at the Fallen Prince.
"Among other things. I will figure out who did it. It's only a matter of ti."
Taizo Kirihara expected him to seethe in anger to get revenge, but such a nonchalant reaction only made him feel fear.
The scariest people are the unhinged ones!
"...I see…"
"I am here to discuss my resources, which your Freedom fighters have been 'confiscating'." The Inventor Prince smiled while saying that.
"Please, co with us, we can discuss these things inside." The old man motioned for him to co with him and have so tea.
"Very well." He nodded before looking at the other machine still in the air.
"Land, Leila. Join for a cup of tea."
Monts later, the other machine landed, and a blonde girl ca out.
Seeing the girl, the black haired girl puffed her cheeks. The blonde girl was beautiful and well-developed!
The feminine machine lowered the girl as Marcus took her hand and began to walk towards the Japanese-style house.
The bald man looked at the pair and then at the machines. He is wondering if the exiled prince was willing to fight for Japan's freedom.
After all, the Japanese never treated him badly.
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