A Defection (Open)

[ismail]

"Enemy Gloucester at Eight o'clock, someone keep it off our backs!"
"Green Four, taking fire, requesting backup!"
"Yellow Leader to group, move on withou--"
Daniel Constantine cursed to himself in spanish as he struggled to keep his Gloucester Knightmare together. Amid the chaos, it had been so badly damaged that it was now limping slightly as what remained of General Jack Kennedy II's Guard Division slowly fought its way out of Tokyo. As the head of the guards division, he could only desperately try to keep up with the pace as the four divisions (Blue, Yellow, Red, green) attempted to move towards the Black Knights line, harassed by Britannian regulars the whole time. "Lo coño! Besame el culo, hijo no puta! Maldi--" In spite of himself, Constantine could only grin as he heard the curses of Miguel Juarez, the commander of Green Division. The man always spouted a nonstop stream of expletives when he fought. "Yo, Dan, them crackers--no offense, Dan--be crawling up like Ants on a Carcass!" "As if I don't know already," Daniel roared at the radio at Marcus Clay, Red Divisions Commander. In Daniel's opinion, that man should have made a dictionary for his own language. "Captains, where's Captain Martinez?" That was Lloyd Harkins, the soft-spoken captain of blue division. Juarez paused from his cursing for a moment to respond. "Martinez's Knightmare's down...he didn't eject." Daniel closed his eyes. Yellow team, which had attempted to be the rearguard, had been wiped out by the Britannian forces. "Shiznits just keep on coming! Hehehe, coming, get it? Erm, dawg, my crew's being chewed up here!" Constantine closed his eyes to the noise as his Gladstone quickly moved through two Glasgows, cutting them as he moved past. Changing his radio to all frequencies, Daniel called out, "if there is any Black Knights out there, please respond!"

[kevin]

Kevin far away on the side saw the battle field. The Rebels were being out numbered by the Britannian forces. He wished he too could be in the battle field. Boy would he like that. He could only watch since he didnt have a Knightmare Frame. He looked at the Rebels Knightmare Frame's being taken out one by one. The squads had no real formation. It looked as though the guy was going into Black Knight's land so he could be safe. Though Kevin wasn't sure if he would be safe from the Black Knights themselves. He too was an unknown person. So tresspassers would be persecuted. Though he may live since he was rebeling against Britannia.

He could buy a Knightmare Frame this second however, it would take time for it to be delivered. So he turned his head and walked up to the balcony of the HQ. It would take a lot of time for the Rebels to get here. Though it would be less longer since the HQ was not Penglai Island where he would have to cross water. There were 20 of him here. Meaning 19 Black Knights and him. He was now on the roof and could see the battle clearly. He was next to a Machine Gun Turrent. However, didn't dare to shoot and be found out.

Suddenly his radio rang and someone started to speak from it."If there is any Black Knights out there, please respond!"the person said and all he could do was hear commrades ask if they should help. Look at the field, he saw that they could use help. Heck, they could also move their HQ is they needed it. So he picked up his radio and beagn to speak."We need to help them. Leave me your Knightmare Frame Zanki"he ordered. He would need a Knightmare Frame after the HQ was found out about. So he walked towards the Machine Gun Turrent and pointed it at an upcoming Gloucester. The thing fell to pieces after he shot out at least 100 bullets. The others saw where the shots were coming from and shooted at him. However, the bullets weren't actually being shot at him. The bullets went left and right but missed him by luck. He gripped the MGT and yelled."GYAAAAAAH!"as he sprayed bullets out. He took out three more of them and took out the legs of two others and saw he had no more bullets. So he started running to the Knightmare Frame left for him and took out several small shaped explosives.

As he ran down and down, he planted the small explosives so he could drown the building once he left. That way, everything would go down with it. All papers and documents. That wouldn't be a problem for them since they always had a back up of all files on Penglai Island. So as he ran down and planted the bombs, he mounted the Akatsuki. This was a regular Akatsuki so it only had the stuff it came with as in Free-Fire Arm Gun, a Slash Harken, a Kaiten Yaibatou, and two Chest-Mounted Turrets.

After he got out of the building, he pressed a button letting out a big explosion destroying not only the building but the two or three Knightmare Frames that were in there."As you can see, the Black Knights are here to help you"he said to the unknown Rebel."Join us and achieve victory or fight against us and watch your numbers fall"he said coldly. He meant it too. If they wanted victory, he could use one of the tactics Zero used in the first rebellion and take out a whole lot of them.

"If you join us, follow me to the middle of the Shinjuku Ghetto and jump down into the man hole with or without your Knightmare Frames. Though keeping your Knightmare Frames would be good"he said as he dashed foward taking out two Britannians with on slash."I know this would mean us going back to the Britannian line but if you follow, we shall achieve victory"he said as he kept going foward shooting Britannian Knightmare Frames with his Free Fire Arm which was on his left arm.

"Lewnzky, move a hundred degrees west and shoot. Kazaki move fifty degrees east and fire a missle. Rinny, Hanzi and Shikti move thirty degrees north and fifty west and stab your Kaiten Yaibato through the wall"he ordered and in the night sky you could see red sparks and smoke go up. He grinned and looked back at the dialogue from more than a hundred years ago. The Britannians still used the same battle strategy and sticked with Zero's orders.

"Everyone, move to point A5 and go down the man hole. Then wait for my orders"he said. He was the only one with the most experience her other than the Subordinate Officers and Soldiers. Though with his and Zero's strategies, they could maybe pull it through. He kept going foward and shot more bullets now through his Chest Mounted Turrents and took out a few more of them until he was at A7. Only two hundred more degrees north to go.

[ismail]

Constantine sighed with some amount of relief—but also trepidation. “Yo, C-dawg, those japs want us to get out of our knightmares.” Juarez seemed less than happy about it. “Those puta obviously want to draw us out and kill us where we don’t have armor.” Lloyd, though, had a slightly more calm-headed (and understandable) view on it. “if we stay, the Britannian forces will kill us, Knightmares or not—at least the Black Knights will be willing to fight against the Britannians. The rest is up to god.” Goddamn Protestant, Constantine thought to himself. Lloyd had originally been raised to be a Lutheran Minister in Massachusets—nobody knew exactly why he had abandoned that for the military, but Lloyd probably wouldn’t tell them anyway. “Well, Harkins has a point. We’ll trust the Black Knights.” Constantine looked at the readout—Green Division’s knightmares were in best shape, whereas Clay’s “Fresh Princes of Bel Air,” as he called them, were reduced to almost nothing. “Juarez, give us cover. Lloyd, Clay, disembark. Bring any weapons you can take.” Juarez shook his head on the monitor. “You’re making a mistake, capitan.” “Awwww…dammit, I’m going to miss this baby,” Clay responded wistfully as he signed off, ejecting from his modified Bright Pink Gloucester. Clay had always called it “his baby” and had painted it pink early on. Clay called it “pimpin’.” Juarez (and Constantine in private) called it gay. Constantine closed his eyes. Despite the obvious homosexuality of Clay’s comment to his Gloucester, Constantine himself couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret as he looked for one more time at the readout of his Gloucester. When Juarez came back online, he looked frantic—and angry. “Más rápido, comandante!” Constantine’s mind snapped back to the present. “Geez, y’all gotta calm down,” he muttered to himself as he ejected, grabbing his favorite revolver as he leapt down onto the ground.

Lloyd was already there when he landed, calmly praying over a dead soldier in a way only a clergyman could. Quickly finishing, he stood up as he watched the knightmares and the building that the Black Knights were coalescing around. Constantine could only stare. What the hell are they doing? Lloyd, though, seemed to have some idea of what was going on. “…I see. They’re trying to reproduce the Battle Shinjuku…” Clay immediately stepped in as they began to move towards the manhole. “…In shinjuku ghetto. That’s chill, dawg. That’s chill.” Constantine looked around. The remnants of the Sons of Liberty from the remnants of Yellow, Blue and Red had now disembarked. “Juarez, you can pull out now!” The radio crackled for a moment before a response came. “I’m sorry, Comandante—they’ll find all of you if I move out now!” Clay jumped into the conversation. “Yo, you freakin’ beaner, get yo’ ass out of there before you die!” “No, pendijo—I can take more with me!” Constantine picked up his radio as he realized what Juarez meant.
“Goddamn it, you spick, get your f-cking ass here! What about your men who you’re going to die with?”
“El Capitan, my men…there are no more of them. Green Team is just me now.”
“Then goddamn, get your ass here before—”
“I’m sorry, hombres. I’m going to overload my engine so that it explodes, and that’s going to kill the radio. Tell my Alita I love her—”
“Goddamn it, Juarez, I’m serious about this—”
“It was an honor, mis compañeros…”
And then there was only static remained. Constantine closed his eyes as Lloyd immediately begin breaking out into prayer. “Lord, now you let your servant depart in peace, according to your word. For my eyes have seen your salvation…”
Clay looked away.
“God damn…God Dammit!”
“…which you have prepared before the face of all people,a light to lighten the Gentiles and the glory of your people Israel.” Constantine pointed at the manhole. “Climb in!” For one last time, Constantine looked up at the open sky—and then he closed it into the dark dim of the emergency lights as Lloyd finished his prayer. The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. Amen.”

Miguel Juarez panted quietly as he tried to suppress the pain that threatened to knock him out in a few moments. The world was already growing dim from the cockpit fragments that had stabbed into his side. His knightmare was now flanked on all sides by Britannian knightmares, not knowing that their target was already on his deathbed. Meanwhile, the red alarm light of the engine overload warning continued to flash with increased urgency. “Engine overload. Eject now. Engine Overload. Reject now.” Juarez raised his pistol and shot the speaker. “Forget that crap. ¡Viva la Gran Colombia!” And then the darkness came up to claim him on a wave of pink light, like a wave of petals bringing a saint—and several other Britannian Knightmares—to heaven.

[Zane Burnlight]

Zane had been in his apartment, if it could even be called that anymore, when the battle started. He had been skimming through news headlines on his computer when his radio squawked several transmissions. A group of soldiers - Zane couldn't be sure exactly who they were - were under attack by Britannian forces and were requesting the help of the Black Knights.

He grabbed his beloved quarter, his radio, and his weapon, a light machine gun purchased through elicit means, before sprinting out of the building. A voice with a fair deal of authority to it was giving orders. "Everyone, move to point A5 and go down the man hole. Then wait for my orders." Zane ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

Within a few minutes, he was coming up on the provided location. Several abandoned Knightmare Frames lay nearby and the lid to the aforementioned manhole slid closed. He picked up a piece of nearby debris and pried the cover open before climbing down. A group of men were gathered at the bottom. They had watched him as he descended and now he had more than a few weapons pointed at him. The LMG hung at his back and would take far too long to bring into position to be of any use. He raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"My name is Zane Burnlight," he said. "I'm a Black Knight. I'm here to help."

[kevin]

Kevin went up a bit and raised his Kaiten Yaibato and slashed an incoming Gloucester. After doing that, he turned a left and went a bit more up until he saw five Gloucester's blocking his path. Kevin smirked as he saw them. They all raised thier guns and he just stood there. He then quickly sent his Slash Harken to the one who most right and swayed his Knightmare Frame left and saw as the Gloucester hit the rest of them. He grinned and raised his left arm and shot at them until they were actually destroyed and not just damaged.

"I'll be there in a minute"he told his Black Knight friends who were here. Most of them were here but only some were taken out."Don't worry, I won't need back up"he said. Then he turned and went up a bit more and slashed through another Gloucester. Then he went up made a right and saw now only five Gloucester's but also two Sutherlands. He started to laugh and then stopped and knew this time his Slash Harken trick wouldn't work. This time, he would have to do something else.

He raised his left arm and then shot the Gloucester's guns and the Sutherland's missle launcher. He then raised his Kaiten Yaibato and dashed up in full speed and crossed left and took out one Sutherland and Gloucester. Doing so, he then turned back and took out the rest of the Knightmare Frames though two of them exploded on him taking his Kaiten Yaibato arm out and damaging his right leg. His leg would come out in a matter of time.

As he passed A6, he raised his left arm and shot out a Gloucester as it shot his right leg off. By the time he reached A5 jumped down."RUN DOWN NOW!"he yelled as he heard Knightmare Frames coming."My remaining Black Knights with Knightmare Frames, please help some come on too you so we can hurry up!"he yelled. And so they did. Now that everyone was on, he only needed to do one more thing. As they went down a bit more and a lot of Knightmare Frames were above them, he let his Slash Harken out. As he reeled it back in, the place started to fall and he pulled back in full speed with his left leg.

He a big rock came rashing down on his suddenly hitting his ejection cart out. It came crashing and hitting every side of the tunnel. He got out and planted a charge. Then as he ran down the tunnel, he planted more and reached his friends and climbed up."We have 5 minutes"he said. So they then picked up speed and kept going ahead. As they went, he threw more charges and C4 and as soon as they got out, he pressed the button.

"We need to move from here to our secret hideout in either the Saitama Getto, Narita or the other hide out in Shinjuku Ghetto. Though Shinjuku isn't really safe since the fact that we just were found out there. So now, we should go to Narita and show our friends to our superiors and see what they say. Though only if they agree to become Black Knights"he said. Then he looked at the others looking at him. A response was needed.

[ismail]

Constantine took a quick count of the survivors as the Black Knight knightmares moved into the battle. "Soyala, take command of the Green Team and Yellow Team survivors," he quickly ordered as Soyala, a tatooed pilot raised in the Amazon, nodded. Only two or three of the pilots had kept their knightmares, and these were in rather poor condition, for obvious reasons. Lloyd limped slightly, though the half-naked Clay seemed completely unharmed. Lloyd watched the knightmare battle above as he sighed. “…hmmm…maybe I overthought this black knight’s strategy—he probably would have done more damage by undermining the sewer system and collapsing the ground like Zero had in the first Black Rebellion.” “You’re overthinking it again, Lloyd.” “hm. Maybe.” Constantine watched Kevin as he ejected—it seemed like the Black knights hadn’t fared much better than his own units in that short engagement.

"We need to move from here to our secret hideout in either the Saitama Getto, Narita or the other hide out in Shinjuku Ghetto. Though Shinjuku isn't really safe since the fact that we just were found out there. So now, we should go to Narita and show our friends to our superiors and see what they say. Though only if they agree to become Black Knights.”

Constantine blinked. Join the Black Knights? While Constantine was sorely tempted, he had a greater duty as one of the Sons of Liberty to liberating Gran Colombia. By Lloyd and Clay’s expressions, their thoughts were close to the same. “Yo, brah, look. I’m happy for you and all, but I think we just had one of the worst misunderstandin’s of all time. OF ALL TIME!” Lloyd and Constantine glared at Clay, who shrugged. Constantine shook his head and stepped forwards. “I’m sorry, he does tend to be like that,” Constantine explained in the way of an apology at Clay’s outburst. “But what he’s saying is right—I think y’all are misunderstandin’ what we mean. We’re on your side in that we’re against Britannia—but, Jap or not, we have a duty in our own country.” “Amen, brother,” Clay chimed in. Several Sons of Liberty and Black Knights began fidgeting nervously, moving their hands rapidly close to their weapons. Lloyd, glancing at the soldiers on both sides, tried to mediate. “Look. Weren’t some of you honorary Britannians in the military who joined the Black Knights because you were being sent overseas to Africa and Europe? If we were to join the Black Knights, we would be abandoning our own country...all we wish to do is to solicit help from you, the Black Knights, in bringing us back to our own country. However, we are willing to go with you to Narita or Penglai of necessary.”

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NPC Info


Name: Amadis Martinez
Rank: Yellow Division Captain
Status: Deceased
Age: 21
Info: The youngest of the Captains, Amadis Martinez was the son of Aureliano Martinez, a former Aide to General Kennedy. Martinez was the second best pilot of the four, though he was killed early on while trying to hold off Britannian Forces.


Name: Solaya
Rank: Yellow Division Lieutenant
Status: Currently Acting Division Captain
Age: 20
Info: a daughter of a missionary couple who were killed in Ecuador, Solaya was raised by the local tribes there and was only found when she was Fourteen. Cool-headed but at the same time rebellious, Solaya was assigned the leftovers of Green and Yellow Divisions after the two sustained heavy casualties and lost their Captains.


Name: Miguel Juarez
Rank: Green Division Captain
Status: Deceased
Age: 26
Info: Rather Foulmouthed Captain who grew up in the slums of Rio de Janiero, but was picked up from the gangs by General Kennedy. Despite his arguments with Captain Clay, he was one of Clay’s best friends. Killed allowing the other Divisions to escape along with most of his unit.


Name: John Gates
Rank: Green Division Lieutenant
Status: Deceased
Age: 32
Info: A soldier who served with General Kennedy in Africa. Disliked command and so preferred to simply be a Lieutenant. Attempted to rescue General Kennedy and was killed as a result.


Name: Marcus Clay
Rank: Red Division Captain
Status: Alive
Age: 27
Info: Born in Trinidad but moved to Area 6 not long after birth. Grew up in the Ghettos, as reflected by his speech. Enjoys driving his knightmare with no shirt on, and enjoys “pimping out” his knightmares. Arguably the best pilot of the four captains.


Name: Miriam Hiram Lee
Rank: Red Division Lieutenant
Status: Badly Wounded
Age: 24
Info: A voice of reason in comparison to her captain. Miriam’s knightmare took heavy damage, and she was evacuated to the rear with Lloyd’s unit.


Name: Lloyd Azariah Harkins
Rank: Blue Division Captain
Status: Alive
Age: 23
Info: Born in Massachusets, Lloyd originally intended to be a Lutheran Minister but changed his job for unknown reasons. Aide to General Kennedy. Religious but coolheaded, he does not hide the fact that he is the worst of four Captains in Knightmare Combat. Sometimes overthinks things.


Name: Tsao Li Huang
Rank: Blue Division Lieutenant
Status: Wounded
Age: 22
Info: Chinese Immigrant raised to be a doctor. Runs the Medical Division. Like his captain, calm, collected and Lutheran. Was wounded during the battle out of Tokyo.

[Zane Burnlight]

Zane was understandably relieved when the men surrounding him lowered their weapons. He swung his weapon around and racked a round into the chamber. Any sign of hostiles would be met with a hail of bullets - just how he liked it.

The voice of the Black Knight from before chimed on his radio. "We need to move from here to our secret hideout in either the Saitama Getto, Narita or the other hide out in Shinjuku Ghetto. Though Shinjuku isn't really safe since the fact that we just were found out there. So now, we should go to Narita and show our friends to our superiors and see what they say. Though only if they agree to become Black Knights."

He wants these guys to join us? They weren't Japanese, but neither was Zane, and they kept saying something about "Gran Colombia." He had heard of it years back. Some resistance group calling itself the Sons of Liberty. If the Black Knights got big enough to cross the Pacific without getting shot all to hell, they could be useful allies. In short, Zane wanted to avoid getting on their collective bad side.

"I can't speak for the guy on this thing," he said as he raised and shook his radio. "But I'll help you all out whether or not you join us." He hefted his LMG up in one hand and let it rest against his shoulder. "Regardless of what the other guy's saying, we should probably get moving. It won't be long before the Britannians get their crap together and come at us and we don't want to be here for that."

[kevin]

Woah, woah and woah! Did they just say they weren't joining them? Oh hell no! Kevin spat on the ground and stood up ontop of the Knightmare Frame. Using a bull horn he began to speak. He was pissed off and was shaking his head to the maximum. Who knows what Kevin would say now. Since his Pissed Off O Meter had just broke."Wait! Are you trying to say I just let my whole HQ burn down to the ground, let almost every damn fucken Britannian know that Black Knights were in Shinjuku and not only that but had a fucken damn top secret HQ there?"he yelled through the bull horn.

"Are you all telling me that I did all of that and the answer I get from you is a no? Look at yourselves. Your so little in number and we, THE BLACK KNIGHTS, are on top with numbers. We have many and still your answer is no? Boy you guys don't know how fucken pissed off I am"he spoke with the bull horn. Then he heard a Black Knight tell them that he would help them wheather or not I helped them."You can help them if you want but I'm about to be off this shit!"he cursed and gave directions to the Knightmare Frame controller he was on."Don't take them to Penglai Island or anything. Zero won't like that we helped them and they didn't join us"he said.

Then he quickly told the Knightmare Frame controller something else."Unless, you make a peace treaty with us, letting us call on you when we need help and you call on us when you need us. That way both sides can be happy"he said to Daniel. He looked as though he was the leader.

[ismail]

As always, loud comments get the earliest responses from loud people. "Now look here, muthaf--" Constantine and Lloyd glared at Clay until he subsided into an angry silence. Constantine sighed. For all his piloting skills, this Black Knight had something of a temper. Japanese, just like those yankees who dominated the Britannian Military, were too uptight. He also felt a twitch of anger at Kevin's loud outburst. The Sons certainly hadn't asked Kevin to go blow up his headquarters and then leave survivors. Not that the presence of the Black Knights had been much of a secret anyway. Idly twirling his revolver, Constantine glanced at the rather enraged black Knight. "Look here, yankee (OOC: Double meaning. In Japanese slang, being called Yankee is a half-compliment, half-insult denoting a rouge, though it also indicates people from Northern Britannia). Don't get so bowed up 'bout this here now yet. Can you listen to yourself? Do you know who you sound like?" Constantine pointed at a destroyed Britannian Sutherland that had almost made it through the tunnel. "You sound exactly like those Britannians who you so hate, those people who insist that might makes right. Isn't that what your Zero's fighting against? It sure as hell ain't about y'all threatening people because there are more of you. At the very best, you're talking like them Japanese Liberation Front Yankees with their whole 'If you ain't with us, you're out of kilter' schmuck." Lloyd did not say anything to attempt to reconcile--generally a sign that he agreed. Once again, the tension was running high again. The Black Knight was perched on top of his knightmare--and constantine was an expert at quick draw. He could probably take him out before he could get in--but that would help nobody. Both sides would end up with severe casualties, and then the Britannians would come and finish everyone off. A gunfight certainly wouldnt' resolve matters.

"I can't speak for the guy on this thing, but I'll help you all out whether or not you join us."

He paused for a moment when the other Black Knight CO talked. At least there was one person who saw mutual value in mutual use. It seemed to penetrate at least slightly to the other Black Knight as well, who, despite his anger, did seem to make a possible way out.

"Unless, you make a peace treaty with us, letting us call on you when we need help and you call on us when you need us. That way both sides can be happy."

Constantine wished he could--it certainly would make sure a confrontation would be avoidable--but from the anger that radiated from his own men, they probably wouldn't accept it--and moreover, he didn't know who this black Knight was, but his ranking was unknown. It was doubtful whether he had the right to make peace treaties without consultation to Zero. And, for the highly organized Sons of Liberty, it was impossible for any member, CO or not, to make an agreement anyway. "Now, I know it'd be hunkey-dorey if we could just go for a larking like that, but y'all should know that...erm...what was it..." Constantine paused to look at Lloyd. "What was that thing Jesus said about a house subtracted...?" "A house divided cannot stand?" "Ah, yeah, that. If Zero won't be agreein' with our agreement and the guys on our side in Area Six aren't agreein', won't all of us end up dead or summat? How 'bout y'all let us negotiate with your leader? If not, y'all could just point us to the nearest EU or Chinese Federation Embassy and that would work too. But y'know, even though we're fixin' to start fighting, y'all are doing the same thing as we are across the ocean, y'know. Y'all don't want to ruin an opportunity on some no 'count quarrel, you know? And we're gonna have to decide soon anyhow, what with them damnyankees poppin' up like gophers..." the sound of knightmares outside was getting louder already. "So...wha'll y'all do?"

[Zane Burnlight]

Zane openly stared at the Black Knight standing atop his Knightmare. He was throwing cusses around like a petulant child. Frankly, Zane found it embarrassing. "I'm a Senior Officer, you moron. I'll take them wherever I like." He didn't like the odds of effectively pulling rank in the situation, but he'd have to take the chance. "And if you're ranked beneath me, you've got two options. One: you shut your mouth and help. Two: you shut your mouth and leave. Either way is fine with me."

Without waiting for an answer, Zane spun back towards the man from overseas. "I'm sorry about that, sir. We can take care of formal introductions and plans while we escape. Until then, I strongly suggest we get moving." He didn't want to spend any longer than needed in enemy territory. If he was unlucky enough to be captured before being killed, he likely be tortured and interrogated - not necessarily mutually exclusive, mind you - shortly before being executed as a traitor.

"As soon as we get where we're going, I'll try to contact Zero or someone else up the chain of command and see about getting some assistance." The man from Area 6 raised several good points. Demanding these soldiers to join the Black Knights had been presumptuous and self-righteous. The Black Knights were on the side of justice, and justice wasn't about forcing recruitment on anyone. As the first Zero 100 years ago had said: "those without power, rally behind me." Zane would uphold that ideal to his dying breath.

[zero]

A man sat in his Gekka, deep beneath the Ghetto's surface, in its sewer network. He couldn't believe this.
Parker was using outdated tactics against an enemy that had a hundred years to learn from their mistakes, cursing at every other word, making assumptions that were quite baseless, and acting like he could take command when it was painfully obvious that he was incapable of such a thing. Perhaps it was time to set things straight?
Hitting the comm switch, he spoke into it clearly.
"You need not worry about contacting me Senior Officer Burnlight, I have been monitoring your situation from here." Zero's voice was as calm as could be, and as controlled as he need it to.
"First things first. Subordinate Officer Parker," Zero almost said the words with a sting to remind the man of his rank, "You are to stand down and think about what you have said. Firstly, the Britannians have been aware of our presence here since day one - I did rescue two dozen or so people from execution here. Second, we're not exactly limitless on troops. Our numbers are nowhere near those of the britannians, it is through our skill and tactics that we prevail - not something as insignificant as total units. Third, peace treaties are for nations not to fight against each other, not to ally them together. And lastly, forcing people to join us is not what the Black Knights do - if I ever catch you doing such a thing again, there will be consequences. Now, I'm currently hacking the Britannian's IFF signal, standby..."
The Gekka's factsphere expanded into life, as Zero plugged in his laptop, and began the hacking program. It did not take long, before the Blue arrows indicating the Britannian's locations.
"Alright, I have them. Sons Of Liberty, prepare to gain a tactical advantage." He said proceeding to hack into their commlines, to give them the data without having to wait for a 'yes' or 'no'. Why would they deny it anyway?
"Now I believe its time we begin our counterattack. I'll bring down the skyscraper currently casting its shadow over the britannian forces, split them down the middle. Units P56-59, you will then make your way to surface, and attack the britannians from coordinates 356978." Zero then limited the bandwidth so he could give orders to Zane directly. "Officer Burnlight, take what knightmare parts you can salvage from the warehouse at these coordinates," Zero transmitted the location to Zane's knightmare alone, so it wouldn't be completely revealed, "And deliver them to the old train station, where you will attach them, and create what is effectively something along the lines of an armoured car. They're faster than any knightmare - to say the least." He then opened up the bandwidth so that anyone of the Black Knights or Sons of Liberty could contact him, then made his way down the sewers.
Now one could ask, how in the heck was one person in a knightmare meant to bring down a skyscraper? The answer to that, was in the Gekka's new Radiation Wave Surger. He passed directly under the Skyscraper - and had his factsphere scan for an available gas tank. Such a large building had once been both a business center and apartment - odd combination. Because of this however, simply electric heating would not have sufficed, and thus boilers beneath the building would've been made. And of course, there would've been gas fires doing all the boiling.
"Got it." He whispered as he stabbed the ceiling above him, and unleashed the radiation into the piping. The heat would surge towards the gas tanks, and...
Pop, that was the initial sound. Upon hearing it, Zero hit the pedal as hard as he could, his Gekka speeding away at several miles per hour, staying just ahead of the explosion that followed seconds later. He could hear the foundations of the skyscraper crumble above him, the factsphere also confirming it to be falling exactly where Zero needed it, instead of being off by a few dozen metres or so. Lady luck obviously liked him today.

[kevin]

Kevin mentally facepalmed when he saw the Gekka with the Radiation Arm.'Fuck!'he thought and looked down. He knew he was in for it big time. Zero would blow on him unless Zero kept his cool. So, he looked down and listened to Zero.First things first. Subordinate Officer Parker,"spoke Zero first. To him that is.

"You are to stand down and think about what you have said. Firstly, the Britannians have been aware of our presence here since day one - I did rescue two dozen or so people from execution here. Second, we're not exactly limitless on troops. Our numbers are nowhere near those of the britannians, it is through our skill and tactics that we prevail - not something as insignificant as total units. Third, peace treaties are for nations not to fight against each other, not to ally them together. And lastly, forcing people to join us is not what the Black Knights do - if I ever catch you doing such a thing again, there will be consequences. Now, I'm currently hacking the Britannian's IFF signal, standby..."he said.

Kevin even though he didn't want said it."Sorry, Zero"and then jumped off of the Knightmare Frame. He wasn't given any orders so, he just stood. There. Everyone raced out and he cursed in his thoughts. Son of a bitch not giving him orders to do. Who cares he didn't have a Knightmare. That didn't mean he was useless. Now that everyone was finally out, he walked down the tunnel. Cursing as he went along, he got to the last ladder and climbed up.

However, once he arrived up there, he jumped back down. Not only was he in Britannian territory, not only did he go the wrong way but he also just left atleast the whole army see him come out of the man hole and jump back in. He only had so little time before they too would be down here trying to kill him. So he planted a mini explosive and ran down, planted another one, made a right, ran down, placed another bomb, ran down a few more yards, planted another one, ran down a bit more, made a right then ran down, made a left and planted one more. Finally, he ran down a bit more and planted a C4. He had been saving it for when he needed it the most. And he really needed it now. He could hear the Knightmare's racing down his way.

He climbed up the ladder and shut the man hole. He ran down the block and pressed the charges and C4. He heard many small booms and two big ones. Did he actually make two big booms? No he couldn't have, he had only planted one C4. However, in a second later, the ground shook and he saw one skyscraper go down. So, Zero just took out a skyscraper? For what reason? However, he didn't care to stay. He got up since he had falled and ran down to where he saw a subway. Jumped down the stairs and into a subway tunnel.

He ran down and down until he reached a point where he stopped and jumped out. He ran up the stairs and into an alley. He took off his Black Knights uniform and threw it into a trash can. He saw some oil next to him and threw in in there and made a trail of oil before. He walked away and shot at it with his gun and saw the spark ignite the fire and blow the trash can up. He couldn't afford to walk around in BK uniform so he would just get another one. However, it was a good thing he wasn't carrying his sword or else he would look suspicious. He walked down the road like a regular person. However, had a gun which was hidden.

EXIT

[Also, no he didn't leave the BK's. He just burned his uniform so he wouldn't be standing out.]

[ismail]

Constantine for a moment panicked when he heard the voice in their radios. However, then again, it was Zero, the alleged man of miracles who was on the other end of the line. Blue Division's Lieutenant, Li Tsao, glanced at Constantine. "He can hack...this man can do quite a lot, can he?" Solaya wasn't especially thrilled as she snapped off her comlink. "I don't especially like the idea that this man can enter our communications whenever we want." Constantine glared at the two Lieutenants. "At this point in time, do we really have anything of a choice? Blue Unit, take care of the wounded. Lloyd, keep two of our Glasgows to defend the wounded and stay here." Constantine looked around--Only three knightmares remained in fighting condition. "Well, sh-t, figure we'll have to use those for our Frog Gig."
"errm...yes, Sir?""
"Yo, man, what the muthaf--- is a Frog Gig--"
'Just do it, Clay!"
"Aiight, just asking, bro."
Constantine sighed to himself before resuming his command. "Solaya, take what Chaos Grenades we have and go underground. Blow the sewer supports when I tell you to." Shinjuku Ghetto had fallen apart for far too long, propped up only by a few pillars. Not that those damnyankees knew that, living in their cities. "Clay, come with me and let's pull in some no 'count yankees." "Any day's a good day to shoot me up some crackers." Constantine decided to let that particular piece of racism slide. This Gloucester was in alright condition, but, most importantly, it flew the Blue and White of the Sons of Liberty. Ducking with deliberate slowness, Constatine moved the Gloucester out of cover through the streets, firing a few shots badly. Immediately, several knightmares began to follow. Constantine and Clay's knightmares were certainly in no condition to fight, and so they could only fire a few pathetic shots. Constantine wasn't especially Particular about what he hit, only that it made enough noise for people to notice.
"Yo man, they're on my tail!"
"Ain't they on mine too?"
By now several Knightmares were threading their way through the burnt out buildings as they neared the junction. the Gloucester suddenly cracked loudly as a bullet sheared through its arms. Well, there goes the lance.. Spinning around, Constantine's Gloucester drew its combat knife. While used generally only by the Knight Police, it was standard issure for the Kennedy family's knightmares. Several Britannian Knightmares moved into view, guns ready. "Eject now and exit with your hands up, rebel." Constantine slowly moved his hands towards the control panel. "I repeat, eject now with your hands up." Constantine turned on his personal comlink. "Solaya, do it in five seconds." "This is your last warning, rebel knightmare, in the name of britania, please eject now with your hands--" "Oh Shaddup, Yankee," Constantine muttered as he pressed the eject button--just as the ground collapsed underneath the knightmare. Long since weakened, the central pillar of the underground sewers and subway had been degenerated far too long to stand up to a grenade--and as it fell, like a keystone of a bridge, much of the land around it followed. Immediately, Clay and the sons of Liberty with anti-knightmare weapons began opening fire into the stranded, trapped crater where several Knightmares now were entangled up in each other, as if in some gay orgy. Constantine climbed out gingerly, satisfying himself with firing a few times at a Knightmare with hsi revolver. "Yaa, if y'all can hear us, Zero, I think we're done here."

[Zane Burnlight]

A new voice boomed over Zane's radio. It was the big guy himself. The boss of the Black Knights. The commanding officer from whom no order could be denied. It was Zero. A shiver of excitement ran up his spine. While Zero gave orders, Zane took out his lucky quarter and gave it a thankful kiss. Lady Luck certainly loved him today.

He was surprised when Zero addressed him directly. "Officer Burnlight, take what knightmare parts you can salvage from the warehouse at these coordinates and deliver them to the old train station, where you will attach them, and create what is effectively something along the lines of an armoured car. They're faster than any knightmare - to say the least." He gave the quarter a glare. Maybe Fate didn't like him as much as he'd thought. When the man named Parker hopped off the Akastuki, Zane pointed at it and ordered the Devicer to ditch the mech. The pilot was most assuredly not pleased about the situation, but had no choice but to agree.

"What's your name, soldier?" Zane asked as the man descended.

"Kazitu, sir." There was disrespect in his voice, but Zane would let it pass.

"Take this," he tossed his LMG to the man. "I'll make sure you get a raise."

He put his quarter away and mounted the now-abandoned Knightmare. It was a Japanese model and so had a different cockpit than he was used to. He settled uncomfortably onto the motorcycle-styled seat and closed the hatch. "Sir, I am now piloting an Akatsuki. I was on foot. Please retransmit the coordinates." Upon receiving them, he turned the Knightmare and sped away.

The warehouse was lightly guarded: just a pair of Britannian soldiers standing outside the front doors. He undoubtedly had the fighting and overall confusion to thank for that. He swung the Akatsuki around the corner and eliminated the guards with his Free Fire Arm Gun. He smashed through the relatively thin door and snatched up as many Knightmare parts (and a welding torch) as he could before turning and moving to the train that Zero had told him about.

When he got there, he worked as quickly as he could. Admittedly, several of the welds looked like they wouldn't hold for long, but hopefully they would hang on for as long as needed. "Lady Luck, you'd better stick with me here," he said just before activating his radio. "Job's done, Zero. The train is ready whenever you are, sir."

[zero]

Yes... this could work. Zero thought to himself as he exitted the sewer network via the river exit - using a slash harken to make sure he didn't fall into the river itself, and then pulled himself back onto the surface ground.
With the Britannians divided, the Sons Of Liberty had the chance to take them out - even with as few resources as they had. Zane had also succeeded in setting up the train after receiving the coordinates a second time. However the Britannians were reacting differently to what he had initially expected. He'd have thought that having a skyscraper fall on them would cause them to all split up. Instead, the group on the side opposite to where his forces and the Sons Of Liberty were, had in fact entered a moving circle formation of sorts. Clever, if they moved like that - the chances of being attacked from any side were greatly reduced, as an assailant would either be spotted or their trap not activated fast enough.
However is was because of being wary about such a formation that Zero had requested Burnlight weaponising of the train. Not a good for thing for the brits if their target was 1) Hard to bring down 2) Shot back whilst being hard to bring down.
"Burnlight, take the train and run down the line for a few minutes. You'll encounter several Britannians once I lure them onto to the lines. When you do, fire at will." He said before responding to the Sons Of Liberty, "And good work, if you have that side of the skyscraper covered, take what Britannian parts you can salvage and meet me and the base of the skyscraper within 20 minutes. Zero out." He then sped towards the formation of Britannians that still stood, attracting their attention with a few rounds from his free fire arm gun, then used his slash harken to bring him up to the railway line - the Britannians following shortly after. If the train was really coming, he would maneuver out of the way at the last possible moment, so he could join the train in the subsequent slaughter. If it was coming. He had seemingly abandoned his knights for several months, would they completely trust him now?