Chapter 3: Kallen
"Hey, Veletta, how does this thing drive?"Lelouch shouted.
However, Veretta on the screen did not respond.
(Damn, sound insulation! ? But she was able to talk.
How the hell am I supposed to run this thing? There are too many buttons.)
Lelouch tried to exit the cockpit.
But he didn't dare to press it indiscriminately.
For fear of accidentally pressing [Emergency Escape].
It would be embarrassing to fly out of the cockpit with a whoosh.
.....
Below.
Veretta looked up at her knightmare.
Doubts arose in her heart.
Why is your Highness still not leaving? In the cockpit with the dead woman?
Indeed, the cockpit is soundproof...
Does His Highness has some kind of kink? High nobels tent to indulge themselves in fetishes. No, no, how could someone as far-sighted as
He should be thinking about the next course of action, right?
Well, it must be!
Finally, after a few minutes of messing around in the cockpit.
Lelouch took out a book from the compartment above his head:
"KnightMare-Frame, Sutherland Type Driving Guide"
One or two minutes ater, Purple Gundam staggered and turned around.
Veretta watched Sutherland's walking route become more and more stable, and the big stone in her heart gradually let go.
Sure enough, His Highness did not use the cockpit to do that kind of thing.
After all, it only takes a few minutes, how can it be done so quickly?
But with His Highness's body.It's not impossible to finish in a few minutes...
Should I introduce His Highness to some establishment on to increase the working time?
After all, men still care about their abilities in that area.
Veretta was lost in thought.
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On the other hand, Shinjuku slums.
A brutal massacre is going on.
Soldiers in bulletproof vests broke into houses one by one.
Found the surviving elderly couple.
Shot!
Light tanks galloped through the dilapidated street.
Bomb!
Black helicopters cruise at high altitude.
Machine guns were aimed at the fleeing mother with her baby.
Shoot!
RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TATA-TRAT-A-TAT
No pity or heartache needed.
The opponent is a subjugated slave who lost his country and became an Eleven (people from District 11).
Inferior race of the dependent territories of the Britannian Empire.
In a way, it is no different from domestic animals.
So the soldiers of Britannia did not hesitate to pull the trigger!
call out--
A sharp anchor cable emerged from the shadows like a poisonous snake.
After knocking out a low-flying helicopter, quickly shift tactics.
"Damn, damned Britannians!"
Kallen, who was driving the dark red Knight Mare, gritted her teeth.
The young woman was Kallen Stadtfeld , she has a slim yet strong build, and fair skin. Her most distinguishing features are her big blue eyes and her red hair, a beauty that shouldn't be in the battlefield.
Tears of pain and anger welled up in the corners of her eyes.
This operation is just to steal a poison gas container and in response Britannias just launched such a large-scale massacre.
Simply inhuman!
Kallen booted up her Knightmare, an obsolete Glasgow painted crimson. She was an excellent pilot, despite not having undergone any formal training, yet she was well aware that the Glasgow was no match for the Sutherland Frames that had been introduced as Britannia's main-line workhorse, even with an excellent pilot on the side of the Glasgow.
At the same time, she also regretted the casualties caused by her actions.
Karen drove her own mech to make trouble in the army.
(Buy more time for civilians to flee.)
However, the body with the broken arm was soon surrounded by several mechs.
It was like a cat playing with a mouse, pushing her into a corner step by step.
"Is this the end..."
She bit her lower lip unwillingly.
"I can only assume you dug that obsolete relic out of some scrap heap." The Sutherland pilot verbally sneered at her as his Sutherland detached from the VTOL and began to descend. Kallen fired off a single Slash Harken at him. He countered it with one of his own, deflecting it with ease.
"An over the hill Glasgow is no match for a Sutherland!" the Sutherland pilot continued to verbally sneer at her as he executed a perfect landing and took a battle stance.
"Not to mention a filthy Eleven who spurns the compassion of out glorious Emperor!" Kallen wondered if the man thought he was in an action film or something-he was certainly doing a long enough monologue to be a lead actor in one.
The Sutherland fired a burst from its battle rifle. Kallen avoided most of the shells, but one ripped through the Glasgow's left forearm, destroying it.
Not only she was the suppressed by the number of people, but also the suppression of the performance of the mecha.
She is riding a KMF (KnightMare-Frame) fourth generation Glasgow (Glasgow) type.
The enemy is riding a KMF fifth generation Sutherland (Sunderland) type.
The gap in performance is several grades worse.
(If only there could be a machine that was the same as the opponent.
I want to rub you on the ground!)
Facing enemy machine gun fire.
Kallen manipulates Glasgow in a panic.
Slam into a large abandoned building.
Turn around and turn around inside, and finally break through the wall from the other direction.
"Damn it, there are less than 30 minutes left."
Kallen gritted her teeth and looked at the energy below the red line.
But the enemy is still chasing after him.
Boom!
Kallen struck down another knightmare with her one remaining Slash Harken, when she heard a familiar voice chuckle from a loudspeaker.
"Well, well, if it isn't our Glasgow friend." Kallen paled, she made her damaged Frame speed off. As she did, she saw in the rear camera that the place she had only just occupied had been strewn with bullets from an Assault Rifle.
"You've led me on a merry chase, but no mere Eleven can escape Jeremiah Gottwald!" The Sutherland carrying this Jeremiah was in pursuit of her, another was on his flank. To make matters worse, her Glasgow's Energy Filler, the only thing powering her Knightmare, was down to a mere thirty minutes of power. Once that gauge hit zero, it's all over.
Suddenly, the communicator sounded, her radio crackled and a voice spoke. "The West Entrance! Use the tracks to the West Entrance!" Kallen's eyes narrowed. She didn't recognise this person's voice.
"Who are you? How did you get this code?!" Kallen snapped at the radio. If this guy thought she was going to just trust a random instruction from an unknown voice, he had another thing coming!
"It doesn't matter! If you want to survive this and win against these Britannians, you're going to have to trust me!" came the reply, the voice sounding tense and matter-of-fact.
"To win…?" Kallen breathed out in disbelief. She had hoped to survive this intact, hoped to reduce the casualties her people were suffering, but this voice offered the possibility of winning?
She hesitated for a second then Decided to do as he said,
(I can't die twice.)
Soon, Glasgow jumped under the track line and began fleeing west along the railway.
"Hehe, cowardly Eleven."
Jeremiah sneered.
He took a subordinate and jumped up to catch up.
The high-performance Sunderland mecha quickly approached Kallen's Glasgow.
"Hey, what should we do next?"
Kallen asked through the channel for further instructions.
However, she saw a roaring train coming head-on!
"You've seen it, jump on it."
Kallen: "I know!"
She maneuvers the mech and jumps onto the top of the train.
Jeremiah, who couldn't dodge in the rear, met him head-on, and his speed was greatly reduced.
"With this little trick, do you want to stop me? Oh, stupid."
Jeremiah smiled disdainfully.
"You go after that Glasgow."
"Yes, My-lord! (Yes, sir)"
The Sunderland mecha behind him immediately jumped up.
But suddenly the mech was pierced by two late anchor-fired cables.
Caught off guard, it fell under the track and exploded.
"What!?"
Jeremiah turned his head and looked, it was a Sunderland hiding in a ruined residential building.
"Friendly fire?! You there, what's your name and your unit?! We're after the one armed Glas-" Jeremiah was cut off by the Sutherland he was addressing opening fire on him and ripping off his Knightmare's left arm and leg in a hail of bullets.
bang bang bang bang—
He was answered with a relentless barrage of machine gun fire.
"Damn, is it a terrorist? Bastard!"
Jeremiah wanted to fight back.
But his mecha is already in tatters.
He had no choice but to use an emergency escape .
Seeing that the two mechas chasing her were defeated, Karen breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you!You saved me!" Kallen spoke to the voice on the radio, not caring that relief was obvious in her voice. "But how in the world did you get your hands on a…"
However, when he turned his head and looked, the mecha that helped him just now had disappeared.
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