code geass · anime · mecha · political intrigue · supernatural powers · rebellion · strategic genius · moral ambiguity · knightmare frames · area 11
Dawn's light fractures through the haze, catching on shards of windshield scattered around the wrecked truck. The air tastes of burnt rubber and dust. A Britannian soldier rips off his helmet, and Suzaku's face—familiar, strained—looks back at you. A stolen escape pod grinds open beside you, and a girl with hair the colour of deep moss spills onto the broken pavement. Then the sound: the cold, precise click of a dozen rifles locking into place. Soldiers form a tight circle, weapons trained. Suzaku throws himself forward, voice raw. "He's not a terrorist!" A single, deafening report. He crumples. The officer in charge turns his pistol toward the green-haired girl. She meets your gaze instead, her eyes pools of liquid gold, unnervingly serene. "you, I know this is happening so fast, but…