Code Geass Heroes' Awakening: Stage 23 Part 1

Kamine Island, 5:00 p.m. Suzaku woke up on an unfamiliar beach, confused as to why he was no longer in the cockpit of the Lancelot.

Suzaku: Huh? What the hell? This is weird. This isn't the same island I was just on. (sighs) Better look around. (walks towards forest)

On a different part of the island, Zero was looking out at the ocean.

Zero: (thinking) Another island. This isn't Shikine. Kamine, maybe? Either way, this is cryptically weird. How the hell did I even get here? I don't even think I can contact anybody. Maybe Alistair can find me, and-

Zero looked to his left and saw Euphemia, walking towards his location, drying her hair.

Zero: Oh, shit.
Euphemia: (looks at Zero) Oh... Hi.

Back on Suzaku's side of the island, Suzaku found a source of water, coming from a waterfall. Unfortunately, he found another person on the island with red hair, wearing a red pilot suit.

Kallen: I guess I should bring shampoo and body wash with me, in case of emergencies. (notices Suzaku) Hi, Suzaku.
Suzaku: Kallen Stadtfeld?
Kallen: Kozuki, actually. I'm Japanese.
Suzaku: You're with the Black Knights?!
Kallen: That's right. Why, you want a uniform?

Suzaku charged at Kallen and forced her to the ground.

Kallen: Ow! That hurt, douche!

Meanwhile, on Zero's side of the island, Zero and Euphemia were looking at each other, an awkward silence occurring.

Euphemia: So... This is awkward.
Zero: (out loud) ...Yeah.
Euphemia: ...You're Lelouch, aren't you? This is just a guess, here, and I'm not one to snitch on you.

Zero sighed, then took off his mask, revealing himself to be Lelouch, her brother.

Euphemia: Figured. Only you could have a grudge, like you do. Is that cape wet?
Lelouch: Yeah. Is your suit? Which makes you look even more cute?
Euphemia: Nope. Waterproof.
Lelouch: Well, I'll be damned.

Back at the waterfall, Suzaku bound Kallen's hands, with her headband, covering her with her Black Knights jacket.

Suzaku: So, you don't know what happened, either, huh? You found yourself stranded here, too?
Kallen: Yeah, I would be cooperative with you, if you didn't shove me to the freaking ground and tie me up, making you look like a loser.
Suzaku: Quite the attitude you've got.
Kallen: Comes with being a tomboy, bitch.
Suzaku: Alright. Since you're with the Black Knights, I'll bet you know Zero's identity. Am I right?
Kallen: Negative, dumbass. Even if I did, I still wouldn't tell you.
Suzaku: Well, what about Alistair? Aren't you shocked that he's the leader of the Mavericks?
Kallen: I was. Then again, being best friends turned lovers has its perks.
Suzaku: How could you love someone like him!?
Kallen: You have a crush on Euphemia, don't you? It's been a good couple of months, so it's pretty safe to ask her out. When we get off this island, that is.
Suzaku: (growls) You're unbelievable, you know that?
Kallen: Hey, I'm Chaotic Good, bitch. You're just a Lawful Neutral dumbass, doing whatever your elitist scumbag bosses tell you to.
Suzaku: Wait, did you just speak of two alignments from Dungeons and Dragons? How the hell did you know that?
Kallen: How the hell do you know about D&D?

Meanwhile, at Shikine Island, Lloyd was walking towards the hangar holding the Lancelot, alongside Schneizel.

Lloyd: It's quite impressive that a floating aircraft carrier could be made, in such short time!
Schneizel: Yes, well, drastic times call for drastic measures. The moral kind, mind you.
Lloyd: And, the Hadron Cannons?
Schneizel: Still in need of completion. The shotgun effect is nice, but the spread is too large. (looks at Cecile, smiles) Hi, Cecile!
Cecile: Prince Schneizel?!
Bartley Asprius: (runs next to Schneizel) How dare you look down at the second prince of Britannia!
Cecile: (stands up) General Bartley! (loses balance) No, no!

As Cecile fell, Schneizel moved forward and caught her, before she hit the ground. Cecile regained her footing, once she was put down.

Lloyd: That was a close one.
Schneizel: You're alright?
Cecile: Yes, thank you!
Schneizel: To properly introduce myself, my name is Schneizel Chopin Redgrave, professional vigilante.
Cecile: V-Vigilante?!
Lloyd: Huh. Didn't see that coming.
Bartley: Prince Schneizel, please stop this vigilante nonsense!
Schneizel: Bartley, I got you out of prison, and I can damn well send you back. Or... (pulls out one-handed shotgun, aims it at Bartley) I can take your bounty, right now. So, what'll it be? Hold or fold?
Bartley: Folding! (runs off)
Schneizel: Good. (holsters shotgun) Sorry about that. Biscuit Head Bartley's too much of an elitist to get his own head out of his ass. I'll see you soon, yeah? (begins to walk off)
Cecile: Were you the one who fired the Hadron Cannons?
Schneizel: Nope. I killed the guy that did, though. Don't worry, Civility won't be using his body, anytime soon.
Lloyd: That's peculiar. How does he know about Civility?
Cecile: Schneizel Chopin Redgrave? Strange, but...cool.

Back at Kamine Island, Lelouch sat on one side of a rock, with Euphemia on the other, while his cape dried.

Lelouch: So, when did you figure it out?
Euphemia: Hotel jacking.
Lelouch: I see. Because of my caring about you, or my grudge?
Euphemia: Both, actually.
Lelouch: Figures.
Euphemia: How's Nunnally? She's with you, right?
Lelouch: Yeah. She is. She's grown really fond of Alistair, very attached. When this is all over, he'll bring her to America, to help her walk, again.
Euphemia: Thank God. I knew Alistair would pull through, in the end.
Lelouch: You say his name like you know him.
Euphemia: That's because I do know him, as well as Cornelia. Cornelia's the one that found him, stranded in that crater, in the Mojave. She said that he looked like me.
Lelouch: Yeah, I can see the resemblance. Nearly the same blue eyes.
Euphemia: We took him to the Vegas Medical Clinic, and we heard about the slaughter. I was actually horrified. Cornelia was so pissed about Hawking that she chose to make us his surrogate sisters. Euphemia Ashley Redgrave and Cornelia Serena Redgrave. I'm his surrogate twin sister, just so you know.
Lelouch: (smiles) The resemblance is uncanny. It's only reasonable that Alistair wants to save the world. His name literally means "defender of man".
Euphemia: He's grown up, so much, in all these years.
Lelouch: Yeah. I'd trade my parents for his.
Euphemia: Same.
Lelouch: So, did you see that giant airship, back at Shikine?
Euphemia: That was an Avalon. Schneizel's Avalon.
Lelouch: And, now, Schneizel shows his face.
Euphemia: Who knows what he's been up to, lately? He just disappears, without a trace.
Lelouch: Wait, disappears? Never heard anything about that.
Euphemia: He's been buying a lot of guns, apparently. Cornelia suspects that he's been doing some vigilante work. The good kind.
Lelouch: Vigilante? Damn. Never knew he had it in him.

2015 a.t.b., San Diego, California. Alistair was working on his tank when Bautista lifted it for him.

Alistair (Age 14): Thanks, bud. I needed some more light.
Bautista: You plan on utilizing this tank?
Alistair: Damn right. Atlas' mechs won't stand a chance against us, when I'm through. They may be of a different breed than Britannia's, but that doesn't mean we can't win. Take out the pilot, and the rest is history.
Bautista: You seem...more energetic, then you previously did.
Alistair: The less stress, the better. As long as Civility and the Enclave are out of our hair, we can focus on reconstruction. Starting with shutting down Atlas.
Bautista: Still, Charlie Atlas is not to be trifled with.
Alistair: That's why we're screwing with him. To crush his ego, into oblivion.
Male Voice: Ego isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Alistair stopped working and walked away from the tank as Bautista put it down. Alistair saw a group of men wearing suits, approaching him.

Alistair: Who the hell are you supposed to be?
Man: We're with Atlas Weapons Manufacturing.
Alistair: Ah. You kiss Charlie's ass. Let me guess, in order to get your jobs, you had to shave your balls, then dye your dicks a specific color?
Atlas Man: Charming. Listen, Mr. Wake, we heard reports that you shot down Atlas aircrafts, killed Atlas soldiers and destroyed Atlas equipment.
Alistair: Not only that, but I also destroyed about 13 of your warehouses. Oh, wait... (pulls out detonator, pushes button) Make that 29. Better clutch those wounds, your bleeding money.
Atlas Man: Well, that's why we're here. Atlas would like to pardon your crimes. The catch is that you must work with us.
Alistair: Yeah, I'm gonna crush your balls, first.
Atlas Man: We will pay you, handsomely. A million dollars, a year.
Alistair: That guy in the back is gonna get his wrist broken.
Atlas Man: Focus. You'll have access to all of our wonderful technology.
Alistair: The rest? Eh, I'll just kill 'em.
Atlas Man: Are you even paying attention!?
Alistair: Not a damn bit. I'm planning on killing you assholes, one by one.
Atlas Man: Alright. Let me put this into a way you can understand. We offer utopia, for America. We bring salvation.
Alistair: (laughs) You see, that's just it. That's exactly my problem with assholes like you. Always bringing suffering, 'cause you want money, money, money, everywhere you go. Utopia is meaningless, much like dystopia, war, religion, even patriotism. Fate is dead, punkass. Humanity was made from love, hope and determination. Don't waste your lives listening to bullcrap and trying to climb corporate ranks through masturbation.
Atlas Man: Wow. You are such a benevolent little shit. Well, I tried. I'm reporting this, and you're gonna be dead, within the month. You'll hear from Mr. Atlas' lawyers.
Alistair: How about I show you what I think about "salvation," instead? My android friend already closed the doors.
Atlas Man: Oh, shit...

Bautista turned around after closing the hangar doors, and saw Alistair's actions towards the corporate men from Atlas. The android was actually surprised as he heard the bloodcurdling screams of the man who was speaking to Alistair. Once the screams died down, Alistair set the corpses ablaze and approached Bautista.

Bautista: That was...violent.
Alistair: Not ordinary violence, my man. Ultra-violence.
Bautista: Why send such a strong message? Surely, you could simply fight them.
Alistair: True, but you gotta show that you're not to be trifled with.
Bautista: And, you're firm opposition of salvation?
Alistair: It's meaningless. We make our own future. We break rules that are meant to be broken, in search of truth. If a god of evil or a devil gets in our way, we kill them, plain and simple. Those who want to take away free will, from our benevolent world? They answer to me. I don't care about having the spotlight. I might as well just shoot it, anyway.