-Cornelia's Point-Of-View-
-Age: 32-
-Location: Britannian Royal Palace, Pendragon
-Date: August 10, 2013
The holographic projections of Euphemia, Charles, and Guinevere appeared before me as I initiated simultaneous calls to my younger sister and the Emperor. The weight of imminent revelations bore down on my shoulders, and the shadows of the past threatened to engulf the present.
"Something has happened," I began, my voice steady yet tinged with an underlying tension. "It involves Lelouch and Nunnally. Villetta just informed me of an attempt on Lelouch's life."
Euphemia's eyes widened with concern, Charles remained stoic, and Guinevere's expression revealed a mixture of sadness and worry.
"We need to act swiftly. Whatever emotions may cloud our judgment, we cannot afford to let personal history interfere with the well-being of our family," I continued my words carrying the weight of authority.
As the gravity of the situation settled over the room, the fate of the Britannian royal family hung in the balance, entwined with the shadows of betrayal and the looming specter of an uncertain future.
The royal convoy descended upon the military base with a sense of urgency that matched the gravity of the situation. I led the way, my military uniform a symbol of authority, flanked by Euphemia, Charles, and Guinevere. The base personnel snapped to attention, recognizing the gravity of the moment.
Villetta, having received the directive to stand by, awaited our arrival. The atmosphere at the base had shifted, an undercurrent of tension threading through the air as military personnel braced for the imminent presence of Britannia's highest authorities.
The medical facility was a flurry of activity as we entered. Villetta stepped forward, acknowledging the presence of the royal family. "Your Highnesses, I'll brief you on the situation," she began, leading us to a quieter corner of the facility.
"Lelouch has been shot, but he's stable now. The bullet didn't hit any vital organs, thanks to the quick response of our medical team," Villetta reported, her voice carrying a mix of relief and tension.
Charles, Euphemia and I listened intently, our expressions revealing the complex emotions swirling beneath the surface. Guinevere stood by, a silent pillar of support, her eyes never leaving Lelouch's prone form.
"Villetta, tell us everything. Start from the beginning," Charles demanded, his tone measured but firm.
Villetta proceeded to recount the events leading to Lelouch's decision to return to the royal family, the twenty-five assassinations, and the attempt on his life outside the military base. She spared no details, allowing the weight of the information to settle over the royal family.
Euphemia's eyes brimmed with concern, and my jaw tightened as the shadows of the past resurfaced. Charles, however, remained composed, absorbing the information with a stoic demeanor.
As Villetta concluded her report, Charles spoke, his voice cutting through the heavy air. "We need to secure Lelouch and Nunnally. This may be the result of internal dissent, and we cannot afford any more surprises."
I nodded in agreement. "Villetta, ensure heightened security measures around the base. We need to understand who is behind this and why."
Villetta saluted, acknowledging the orders. "Yes, Your Highness."
The royal family turned their attention back to Lelouch, their familial ties, and the complexities of their history weaving an intricate tapestry. The shadows of betrayal lingered, but in the dimly lit medical facility, a collective resolve emerged, a determination to protect the Britannian royal lineage and navigate the treacherous path that lay ahead.
-Nunnally's POV-
-Age: 12-
-Location: Military Base, Tokyo Settlement, Area 11 (Formerly Japan)-
-Date: August 10, 2013-
The medical facility was a whirlwind of emotions as I, along with Miya, Milly, Shirley, and Nina, entered the room. My heart pounded with worry as I rushed toward my brother's bedside. "Big brother!" I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of joy and concern.
Ignoring formalities, I couldn't resist expressing my worry physically—I socked him on the arm. Lelouch winced, but a half-grin formed on his face. "Good to see you too, Nunnally," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement despite the pain.
The others in the room smiled at our heartfelt reunion. Villetta, Miya, Milly, Shirley, and Nina all approached, forming a protective circle around Lelouch. The lovers shared glances, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
"I got here as quickly as I could," I confessed, my eyes tearing up. "I was so worried when Villetta called."
Villetta stepped forward, addressing the group. "The situation is under control, but we need to stay vigilant. Lelouch is stable, thanks to the swift response of our medical team."
Miya, with a hint of concern in her eyes, approached Lelouch and gently touched his uninjured arm. "You never fail to attract trouble, do you, Lulu?"
Lelouch chuckled, his pain momentarily forgotten. "It seems to be a family trait."
Milly, Shirley, and Nina gathered around, expressing their relief in their ways. The room once filled with tension and strategy, now resonated with the warmth of camaraderie and shared history.
As the lovers and the royal family converged, a unique bond formed by love, duty, and shared trials, the shadows of betrayal began to fade, giving way to a united front against the challenges that lay ahead. The fate of the Britannian royal family, intricately entwined with the complexities of their relationships, now stood on the precipice of a new chapter—one that would test their resilience and redefine their destinies.
The atmosphere in the medical facility shifted abruptly as an explosion rocked the air. The ground trembled beneath them, and a deafening blast echoed through the base. Panic set in as smoke billowed from the direction of the helipad.
Villetta, Nunnally, the lovers, and the royal family exchanged alarmed glances, their expressions mirroring the sudden chaos that had unfolded. The once-secured environment now transformed into a battleground.
A second explosion followed, shaking the facility and causing the lights to flicker. The wounded Lelouch, still on the bed, clenched his jaw in pain as the shockwaves reverberated through the room. The medical staff rushed to secure equipment, their training kicking in despite the unexpected assault.
Outside, the chaos unfolded as armored vehicles with a distinct shadow logo rolled onto the base, reminiscent of the emblem associated with the infamous Shadow Company. The attackers were well-equipped, utilizing a mix of Britannian military weapons and armored vehicles taken from past battles.
The assailants moved with precision, their movements coordinated and ruthless. The men, all rogues from the Shadow Company, emerged from the shadows with a singular goal—eliminate Lelouch and Nunnally.
Gunfire erupted, and the base descended into a battlefield. The echoes of the last 25 attempts on Lelouch's and Nunnally's lives manifested in this orchestrated attack. The armored support and the ruthless efficiency of the attackers mirrored the tactics employed in the previous attempts.
Villetta, her military instincts kicking in, shouted orders to fortify the medical facility and protect the royal family at all costs. The lovers and the royal family, bound by a common threat, braced themselves for the onslaught.
The armored vehicles advanced their powerful cannons and mounted weaponry tearing through the base's defenses. The shadow logo, once associated with clandestine operations, now symbolized an open declaration of war against the Britannian royal family.
As the battle raged on, the fate of Lelouch and Nunnally hung in the balance. The medical facility, once a haven, became the frontline of a struggle that transcended personal histories and familial ties. The shadows of betrayal had materialized into a tangible threat, and the Britannian empire faced an adversary that operated in the shadows, striking with lethal precision.
-3rd Person Point-Of-View-
Amid the chaos, the royal family, Villetta, and the lovers stood united, determined to protect their own. The unfolding events would test not only their strength but also the resilience of their bonds in the face of an enemy that emerged from the shadows of their troubled past.
Colonel Phillip Graves, a seasoned officer in the Britannian Special Forces, led a contingent of loyal Shadow Company operatives and military personnel toward the besieged medical facility.
Graves, a figure of authority with a reputation for unwavering loyalty to the Britannian crown, arrived on the scene with a sense of urgency. His eyes surveyed the chaos, taking in the emblem of the rogue Shadow Company that now stained the base. A grim determination etched across his face as he coordinated his forces to push back the assailants.
"Loyal Shadow Company operatives, rally to me! We can't let them succeed in this treachery," Graves commanded over the radio, his voice cutting through the din of battle.
From another direction, Shadow Company members who remained true to their allegiance rushed to join Graves. They wore the familiar insignia of the Britannian Special Forces, a stark contrast to the rogues who had turned against their own.
As the loyalists engaged the rogue forces, the battleground transformed into a fierce clash of loyalties. The loyalty of the Britannian military personnel, torn between those with financial motives and those bound by duty, became evident in the chaotic confrontation.
Blackhawks descended from the sky, their rotors beating against the tumultuous air. Graves and a select group of operatives landed on the battlefield, swiftly moving to reinforce the besieged medical facility. Their arrival injected a renewed sense of hope into the beleaguered defenders.
M2A3 Bradley IFVs and other military vehicles advanced alongside Graves and his forces. The roar of engines mixed with the cacophony of gunfire as loyalists fought side by side with Britannian military ground and air forces against the rogue Shadow Company.
Graves, with a steely resolve, radioed his orders. "Secure the perimeter! Protect the royal family and ensure the safety of all personnel. We will not allow these traitors to succeed!"
The battle unfolded in a series of intense clashes, a symphony of chaos and order, loyalty and betrayal. The medical facility, now a focal point in this conflict, bore witness to the struggle for control and the determination to safeguard the Britannian royal lineage.
As the loyalists and the rogue forces clashed, the air filled with the acrid scent of gunfire and the roar of engines. The outcome of this fierce confrontation held the potential to reshape the destiny of Britannia, its imperial legacy hanging in the balance as shadows of betrayal clashed beneath the sprawling skies of Area 11.