Code Whateley: Jayden of the Rebellion
Code Whateley: Jayden of the Rebellion
By Crazy Minh
In anticipation for Code Geass: Lelouch of the Resurrection (coming April 2018)
Hi. My name is Jayden Reynolds, and I’m a mutant. I suppose you already knew that, seeing as you had the guts to poke your nose into my private vlogs, but meh, not as if I have much to say that would be interesting to a big-nosed drekbag like yourself.
On that note, you have around 55 second to leave the room now before my computer immobilises your arse and calls security. Failing that, you have a additional two seconds to have your life flash before your eyes before you are unceremoniously shot by me, as I enter the room you are in, and shoot you in the face.
However, if you are me (or a alternate version of myself with the same admin password, DNA, voiceprint, BMI, biosignature, thought patterns and appearance) then Congrats!!! You earn a cookie. <Nom>. Ahh... that was a nice cookie.
Anyway, this is my first person account of the events pertaining to, and leading up to my training team’s first official sim match. Listen carefully children…listen.
Whateley Academy Library; 28th February 2007.
“Jayden!!! Where the hell have you been!!!”
I winced as Ivy yelled at me from across the library. I’ve always been a fan of the ‘Quiet in the Library’ custom, and someone raising their voice above three decibels was too much for me to handle in such a revered space.
“OK, I’m here. What are we discussing?”
Ivy sat down at the table, and waited for Alex to stop snoring. As my roommate, and my best friend, I knew that he had a rough time getting off to sleep, as his mother had been killed a few months before his arrival at Whateley. As a result, he often fell asleep during class or whenever he was suffering from sleep deprivation. His older cousin Isabelle jabbed a elbow into his ribcage, jolting him upright.
“Wha??? Oh, Jayden, you’re here. Right people, let’s get started.”
Alex pulled four plastic packages out from a duffle bag sitting beside his chair. In each was a skintight suit with a waist-mounted computer. I smiled, as I had been reading up on these for weeks.
“Those are sim suits aren’t they???” asked Ivy excitedly. “So we’ve been cleared for sim training???”
I thought back to how a few weeks earlier me and my friends had decided to join Team Tactics, a class which trained students for team-based combat. We had been doing pretty much only theory for the first few weeks, with occasional usage of Arena 99 (the shape-shifting physical arena that was the closest thing Whateley had to a Holodeck) and the various other ranges the school had scattered around the sprawling property in the middle of New Hampshire. I had only been at the school for around a month (let along this dimension), and the amount of resources, space and money the school had access to without becoming fully known was amazing. Of course, I had seen a lot more impressive things, but I didn’t want to spoil my next four years at the school.
“Yep. The admiral cleared us for Sim training. My dad just emailed the completed disclaimer forms in yesterday evening, and Admiral Everheart informed me that she’d received everyone else’s forms this morning. So, I purchased these from the school store.”
He handed one to each of us, the plastic crinkling as I grabbed it with my left arm. I then remembered something…
He frowned. “Yeah Jayden??”
“Remember how you asked me if I had anything else that was prosthetic???”
He trailed off as he noticed my left arm was missing. There was a moment of shocked silence, before he opened his mouth to speak. He then realised than something was crawling up his trouser leg, he screamed, and shook out my left arm. I picked it up, and reattached it, briefly dropping the optical camouflage on both arms to reveal their robotic nature.
“Dude!!! Not funny!!!”
While Alex protested and exclaimed the indignity of the situation, Ivy, Isabelle and me were rolling on the floor, our bodies spasming with laughter. There was a thud as a small toy dog fell out of a ventilation duct, also laughing. We paid Biskit no attention. Alex sighed, and waited for us to stop laughing.
“Ok, you done?”
Alex sighed. “Right. Now, tomorrow morning we have our first Sim session. They have us going up against the Grunts, another training team. I managed to purchase some intelligence from Ayla Goodkind in Poe in return for our cooperation at a later date. So don’t be surprised if we briefly work for Team Simba or whatever her team is called. Anyway, the package included a lite version of the powers and holdout stats for each of the Grunts:”
He layed out a pair of folders on the table. “The Grunts are a pretty good team. They mainly consist of the Whateley Cadets, and as a result they’re known for being the wannabe military professionals of the student body. Their leader is a student called Deadeye, real name unknown. He’s a sharpshooter with TK abilities that allow him to guide small, fast-moving objects weighing under 100 grams…”
“Eerr…what’s a gram???” asked Ivy. “Isn’t that metric or something???”
“In American terms, that’s around 2.8219 ounces,” remarked Biskit. “Though they’ve used Metric in the powers report as metric is the scientific standard globally.”
“…Anyway,” continued Alex, slightly annoyed by the deviation. “Deadeye is a excellent sniper. His pride and joy is a 7.62mm SR-25 DMR/Sniper system from the 90’s. He uses in every sim, and carries a variety of special rounds for it. I won’t go into the full details here, but I can say that it shoots from a very long distance, and will definitely put a big fat hole in you if he shoots you with it.”
“The next member of the Grunts on my list is Breaker, AKA Du Meng Kuang. He’s a Exemplar-5 with the ability to create bubbles of concussive energy. The powers testing guys aren’t sure whether it’s a energizer trait or a TK trait. Either way, his powers have a stated range of 5 meters in all directions, and thus cannot be used at extreme range. His weapon of choice is a Colt M4A3 assault carbine with aftermarket attachments. He usually specs it with a 20mm underbarrel grenade launcher, as well as a flip-up thermal imaging sight. He’s the number-two man on the team, and as such is our numero-duo target for elimination.”
Alex flipped the current page of the folder to show a picture of a young woman holding a massive rocket launcher over her shoulder. “This is Bunker. I don’t have to tell you much about how she got that name, but I can tell you it involved a lot of explosives, and the total destruction of the Heavy Weapon Range’s target bunker. She’s a exemplar-3, but doesn’t have any major powers other than that. Just BTW, her real name’s Andrea Elsner. In case you’re interested.”
He took a breath and continued to brief us. “Her weapons of choice are numerous, but usually involve big rockets, big explosions and/or dead opponents. Basically, if you get the chance, take her out before she can blow you into smithereens. Currently she’s using a devisor-invented Fuel-rod cannon, but that’s subject to change.”
“Next we have Bomber, real name missing from the file. He’s a energizer with the ability to create plasma-based bombs, fly, and basically give aerial support for the Grunts. He’s also a psychopath with a mean streak. As a result, he’s definitely one to take out, or avoid...”
Alex went on to explain the remaining Grunts (Mule, Slapdash and Whisper), before explaining our strategy. He went into detail about the order of elimination, and asked me to try and create some kind of encrypted communications device before tomorrow. I agreed, and arranged to issue everyone gear for the operation. That afternoon, I went down to the Sim chambers, and entered the scanning room.
“Hey Sergeant Bardue??”
“Yes Mr. Reynolds?” replied the lean man sitting at a nearby console. Gunny Bardue was the de facto instructor for the Sim training program at Whateley. Apparently, he was assigned to scanner room duty today. The scanner was a platform reminiscent of the transporter alcove from Star Trek: Enterprise, though it was slightly larger and could accommodate something slightly bigger than a Tau Crisis battlesuit at maximum. I walked up, and whistled at the complicated server equipment at the back of the room.”
“Yeah,” said the sergeant. “That is pretty impressive. However, are you here for me, or to use the scanner?”
“The scanner,” I replied. “I have some gear to check before tomorrow.”
The sergeant smiled, and gestured to the platform. I opened up a portal, and dumped a waist-high pile of equipment onto the platform. I turned to the gaping instructor, and smiled.
“There’s the first load. All for me. Now, let’s get this scanned…”
About a hour and a half later, I walked out of the tunnels, and back to my room. I walked into the room to find Alex frowning at a pile of equipment on his bed.
“What’s this??? I came back here to find a pile of stuff on my bed!!!”
“That,” I said slowly. “Is your simulator gear. Suit up, we have some instructing to do…”
The next day, my team and I walked into the Team Tactics briefing room through portals, arriving right as the bell rung. The room already had a few other teams inside, including Team Kimba, the Vindicators, and (of course) the Grunts. We sat down at a empty row of tables, and waited for Admiral Everheart to start talking.
“Right!!! Today, we’re going to be trialling the Grunts against our newest team…which I don’t have a name for yet. Mr. Smith, what is your team’s name?”
Alex stood up hesitantly. “Err…we haven’t chosen one yet. I guess….the Black Knights???”
Everheart frowned. “Ok…right!!! Black knights!!! Grunts!!! Suit up and get in the simulator. You’re going to perform a…”
“TEAM DEATHMATCH!!!!!” I yelled.
A few minutes later, we were in the sims. The battlefield was a burned out city, with wrecked cars and shattered buildings everywhere. I recognised the setting.
“They stole this from Code Geass!!!”
“Not now Jayden.” replied Alex over the communication network I had set up. We were all wearing myoelectric garments that augmented our strength, as well as providing armour against bullets and energy beams. Over the top, we wore matt black armour made from a nanopolymer with incredible strength. Alongside that, we wore matching longcoats with different coloured sections for each of us. Our gear was also suited to each of our strengths. I carried a pair of my normal revolvers, as well as a longsword and a compact assault rifle over my back. I also carried a pair of Ares Predator V pistols on my thighs. Alex was packing a Halo BR85 Battle Rifle, as well as a Glock 17 semi-auto pistol.
Ivy carried a MP7 machine pistol with a underbarrel grenade launcher, as well as a bag of grenades for the launcher. She was also carrying a markerlight from the Warhammer 40,000 universe for target designation. Finally, Isabelle carried a Tau pulse rifle, as well as a pump-action Mosberg-500 shotgun, loaded with explosive shells.
We walked down the street, moving in formation. I took point, with Alex right behind me in a rearguard position, and Ivy and Isabelle taking the flanks. We reached the centre of the ruined ghetto (to be precise, the Shinjuku Ghetto in Area 11 (the map having obviously been ripped from the anime Code Geass). It was empty, so we moved on. I though about our name, and the instructor’s choice of setting. Ironically, Alex had chosen the name Black Knights, which was the name of the main resistance group from the world-famous anime the ruins had come from. In fact, I still had a autograph from Lelou…
Suddenly, the air was filled with bullet. We ducked into various cover positions, holding our fire until we could determine the source of the fire. Suddenly, a series of bright flashes and explosions hit the ground around us.
“That must be Bomber!!!” I shouted. “He’s overhead!!!”
“I think I see the enemy!!! Four O’clock, hole in the building!!!”
“Right!!! Jayden, get up there, and take them out!!!”
“Roger!” I replied, pulling my guns, and opening a portal beneath where I lay. I dropped through, reorienting the exit portal so that I came out standing upright. I came out on the third floor of the building, I could hear gunfire above me, and dust rained down from the ceiling. I ran up the stairs, getting closer and closer the sound of the guns. Finally, I burst into a room where two of the targets where reloading their guns. It was Mule and Breaker.
“Hey guys!!! Now Die!!!” I yelled. I began firing my guns akimbo-style into the two of them, my recoil-absorption modules keeping the guns steady. I emptied the revolvers, and flipped the guns end over end. The cylinders popped out, and began spinning round, the bullet casings emptying as they did. Two bullet-dispensers popped out of the side of my arms, and tractor beams to guided bullets into the cylinders of the revolvers. When the spin finished, the cylinders slid back in, and I began firing again. Breaker went down before he could let off a single bullet, let alone a blast of his concussive force. However, Mule refused to go down. He charged, slamming into me, and throwing me through a plasterboard wall. My armour protected me, but I still got a nasty blow to the head, which stunned me for a few seconds. This was enough for Mule to close the distance, and begin throwing punches into my face.
“No!!! You die…”
I sent a mental impulse, and two blades slid from recesses in the bottom of my robot arms. I slid them up into his chest, and they managed to punch through.
I smiled. “Na, not today. But, say hi to Gunny Bardue for me!!!”
Mule slumped, as I stood up, and brushed the dust off my chestplate. I picked up my revolvers, an holstered them.
“Jayden??? You alright?”
“Alex. Mule and Breaker are down. Who’s still kickin???”
“Everyone’s OK. We managed to pull back, and take down Bomber. As far as we know, the other Grunts are still waiting somewhere to ambush us. You have any tricks up your sleeve to draw them out??”
“I have a little something…” I said, grinning. “Something that’ll really fit the theme…”
My knightmare frame sped through the streets, the landspinners moving me at high speed. I smiled, as I thanked myself for scanning in the unit on the vehicle scanner that Gunny Bardue had showed me and exasperatedly operated. I pushed the silver and gold machine faster than ever, the machine’s name glistening in the sun: Lancelot.
“Mr. Reynolds!!! Why the hell didn’t you tell me you had a mecha!!”
I smiled. “Well Mr Smith, you didn’t ask!!!”
“Arrgh!!! Well, no sign of them so far!!! Right???”
“Well, I’ve got a hunch to their location…Oh F**k!!”
A rocket speared into the spot where I had just been, followed by a group of explosive bullets. I activated the twin Factsphere sensors built into my unit’s chest, and located the forms of Bunker and Deadeye up on top of a nearby building.
“Got them!!! Deploying smoke!!!”
I dropped a canister of orange smoke onto the ground, where it let out a signal into the sky. I then leapt onto a nearby building, and rocketed up onto the side of their structure. I began climbing up the side, the Lancelot’s agile frame moving quickly up the building.
“Ok. We see you Jayden, Beginning suppressive fire!!!
Alex and my friends began firing at the two on top of the building. I climbed over the edge, only to have a rocket spear towards me from Bunker. I quickly dropped through a portal as the projectile blew the Lancelot’s torso to shreds. I exited from the ground, accelerating my momentum to throw me into the air. I unholstered my Ares Predators, flicked the safety off with my thumbs, and began firing akimbo at Bunker. The bullets pinged off some kind of PFD, but their force threw her onto her back, causing her next rocket to go wide and hit the wreckage of the Lancelot. I landed, holstered my Predators, and pulled my sword from it’s sheaf. Ivy flew up over the roof, and began laying down blasts of lightning from her hands. The others burst from the staircase door, and began to also lay down fire at the two remaining Grunts in the sim. However, Deadeye deployed some kind of barrier device, which he and Bunker huddled behind. I opened a portal beneath them, and dumped them on the roof outside the shield.
“It’s over Deadeye,” I said. “We have you surrounded.”
“Well, we’re fucked,” replied the wannabe sniper. “I guess that we’ll end it here. We surrender!”
The simulation froze, and the world went black. I took of the claustrophobic sim helmet, and stretched in my seat. Beside me, Alex, Ivy and Isabelle stood up and celebrated our first victory. In the meantime, I leaned back and relaxed. Well, until Gunny Bardue yelled at us to report to the debriefing room.
“Grunts: What the Hell was that???”
Samantha Everheart was laying into the Grunts, and I was taking no pleasure in it. While the aforementioned team may had been the current target, I knew that we were next. Nearly everyone in the room (Including the ‘fearless’ Team Kimba) was squirming from her extremely loud tone.
“Your setting up of two ambushes was sloppy. Mule! Breaker! You both managed to pin down the entirety of the Black Knights, but you were unprepared to deal with a warper!!! Crossover then proceeded to wipe the floor with both of you!! By himself!!!”
“Deadeye!!! You and Bunker managed to set up another ambush, but didn’t feel something was off when Crossover came rushing round the corner wearing a powered suit. You both were carrying long-range AP weapons, but both of you managed to miss a very large target!!!”
“With respect Ma’am,” stated Deadeye slowly. “He was in a very agile unit. If he hadn’t dodged the first shot, we would have had him.”
“Do you know that for certain??? He could have easily had a dozen gadgets built into that mech, gadgets that could have easily allowed him to take such a beating. Remember!!! Information gathering Is key for such operations.”
She turned on Bunker. “Bunker!!! Your use of a rocket launcher at close range is sloppy. As a expert in such weapons, you should know that such usage could easily catch you in the blast, as well as your team. In future, I expect to see you carrying other holdouts that don’t involve high explosives!!!”
She turned to Bomber. “Bomber!!! Your performance was admirable at first for conforming to your team’s strategy. HOWEVER!!! You went and tried to take out Mr Smith, which lead to your elimination by his hands. His TK ability allowed him to control your plasma bomb, therefore blowing you out of the sky, and allowing his teammates to put a bullet through your skull. In future, try to use other weapons besides your powers. Using the same strategy over and over just gets you killed quicker!!!!”
Finally, she turned on us, starting with Alex. “Mr Smith…your team performed well with your crisis reaction. When you were pinned by Mule and Breaker, you managed to keep your team under control. However!!! You went into a dangerous situation with no official gameplan besides ‘kill everything’. In addition, you relied on a single member of your team too much. This can be fatal in real life situations.”
She turned on Isabelle. “Shockwave!!! You did not use your powers once during the match. While I am fully aware of the implications of them, they can be a incredible asset to your team. Use them more in the future.”
I was kinda surprised at Isabelle’s choice of codename, but I didn’t have much time before Admiral Everheart turned on me. “Crossover!!! While you did perform beyond all expectation in that combat scenario, you were sloppy with your approach to Mule and Breaker’s position. You should of taken it slowly, as they possibly could have rigged the approach with traps. In addition, your lack of tact when it came to eliminating the mentioned individuals, and the abandonment of surprise in favour of ‘witty banter’ is unacceptable. Always take shock and surprise over witty one-liners.”
She finally turned on Ivy. “Miss Lester!!! You could have been more involved in the fight on the rooftop. Your flight abilities could of allowed to you take a member of your team with you, meaning that they’d take less time ascending the staircase. However, your application of air support was admirable, though you could of used it to take out Bomber earlier on.”
After dressing us down, she then proceeded to analyse the strengths of each of our teams. The Grunts were complimented on their improvements to ambush strategy, and their surrender in the face of overwhelming odds. We were complimented on our teamwork, and our use of our resources. She also noted that we played to our strengths, and that we were doing quite well for a new team. She then dismissed the class, and we filed off to our next destinations.
That evening, I returned to my room to find Alex, Ivy and Isabelle waiting there. Alex was sitting on his bed next to Ivy. Isabelle sat on my bed, her back to me. When I opened the door, she turned, and grinned at me.
“Jayden!!! We’ve been waiting!”
“For three minutes, forty-five seconds, eighty two milliseconds, one-hundred and fifty nan…”
Biskit was cut off by Ivy throwing a pillow at him. He crawled out from underneath, and glared at her. I laughed, and sat down next to him, picking him up, and placing him on my shoulder. Alex opened his mouth to speak, before Biskit cut him off.
“…One day, I will end you Bisky-boy. On day…”
Alex glared at the small dog briefly before continuing. “Well, today we managed to defeat the Grunts. We also discovered a problem: Me and Ivy have no codenames.”
Ivy piped up. “I’ve decided on one!!!”
“Oh?” I said. “What is it?”
She went on to start explaining the relationship between the lightning she could emit as part of her energiser trait, and the chemical effect of lightning ionizing the oxygen in the atmosphere. Alex cut her off just as she was going into the chemical properties of Ozone.
“…Right, we got it Ivy. Anyway, I’ve chosen one as well: Buffkid!!!”
I snorted with laughter, as did everyone else. Alex grinned, and laughed himself.
“Na, I’m really not doing that one. No, I’ve chosen Mandible as my codename. In reference to the Telekinesis I can use. Anyway, let’s discuss our next few moves. I think we should…”
As the discussion went on, I found myself relaxing into the conversation. Before I left my universe, I was a ordinary guy. Now, I’m the person I always wanted to be, surrounded by friends who all understand me, and in a dimension with surprises every day. I guess that’s how life goes. You rebel, you travel, you settle. But who said that settling had to be ordinary???