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2015 a.t.b., Zion National Park, Utah. Alistair, Knight, Ocelot and Epsilon tracked down the Lost Legion's activity to the extensive canyon of Zion. The Legion's numbers had engulfed the canyon, armed with their up-to-date firearms and other weapons. Civilians were crucified, burned alive, or worse, when they faced the wrath of the Legion.

Alistair (Age 14): All they're doing is repeating the mistakes of the past.
Knight: I think that's the point.
Alistair: The people who tried to resist only had 1911s and Tommy Guns.
Knight: Not one Operator. These people had pretty much nothing. Now, there's no resistance to fight them.
Ocelot: Except for us.
Alistair: Those guys have pure stupidity, combat knowledge, tower shields, throwing spears, revolvers, lever-action rifles, designated marksman rifles, and other technological weapons. We've got mercenaries, an AI, a gunslinger, an overly experienced mercenary, and a mercenary benefactor that can put up a fight with an Agent of Civility. I think we've got this.
Ocelot: Their armor's gonna be a problem. Some are leather, some are metal. Just bulky and heavy as hell.
Alistair: You'd think these guys would repurpose sports gear for the light armor. Also, some of these guys are using some wild west weapons. (looks at Ocelot) And here I thought you were the only guy who would use those weapons.
Ocelot: I'll take some of those lever-action weapons off of their hands. Once they die, of course.
Alistair: (looks at Knight) Where's the head honcho?
Knight: There are a bunch of them. Legates and Centurions. Aquila, Caius, Faustus, Longinus and Lucius.
Alistair: Fantastical.
Knight: Trust me, these guys are no joke. Like the U.S. Rangers, they'll chew you up and spit you out. They've assimilated over 7,000 people, and enslaved the rest. They've got scouting skills for days, so, fighting in their territory is going to be difficult.
Alistair: Let's take Zion back, then. Spread out into teams, take out these clowns, find their armories and safehouses, save whatever people you can, and rest up. We don't stop until we free this place.
Ocelot: Never thought you were the rebel type.
Alistair: I'm a benefactor. I live to help people. Freeing this place is the best solution to the problem.
Knight: He's like his mom. He thinks outside the box. Maybe, outside the planet, good God.
Epsilon: I honestly like his thinking. He's the most heroic person I know.
Knight: (to mercenaries) Alright! You heard him! Some of you guys are going with Alistair, to deal with these Game of Thrones wannabes. Whatever weapons you find on those corpses, you keep.
Mercenary A: We won't let you down, sir!
Mercenary B: I'll cover you to the best of my abilities.
Alistair: Let's do it, to it.
Mercenaries: Yes, sir!

2017 a.t.b., 7:00 p.m., Ashford Academy, Lamperouge residence. Alistair had arrived to check on Nunnally, but found Sayoko, cleaning the dining room.

Alistair: Hey, Sayoko.
Sayoko: Hello, Alistair. Are you here to see Nunnally?
Alistair: What? It's not a bad thing, is it?
Sayoko: No. I was just wondering. I'll go get her.

Sayoko went into Nunnally's room and she exited, with Nunnally following behind.

Nunnally: Hi, Alistair!
Alistair: Hey, there, adorable one.
Nunnally: Lelouch just went to bed. He must have been working really hard.
Alistair: I'll say. Were you about to hit the hay?
Nunnally: Just about.
Alistair: Would you like a bedtime story?
Nunnally: (excited) Yes.
Alistair: Alrighty. (sits down) This tale of heroics took place two years ago, in the enormous canyon of Zion National Park.
Nunnally: Zion?
Alistair: Big place. You see, the place was overrun with some jerkwads called the Lost Legion. Now, these weren't your average thugs, Nunnally. They were tough sons of hamsters, defensive and offensive. They were making the same mistakes their predecessors, the Roman empire, did, even dressed like them, too.
Nunnally: Just like Britannia.
Alistair: Yeah, well, these guys didn't have giant robots. They had military firearms, wild west firearms, all sorts of weapons. Over 7,000 people littered their ranks, from 6 different states.
Nunnally: Such large numbers. Were Knight and Ocelot with you?
Alistair: Oh, yeah. We had to split up into teams, 'cause the canyon was so wide and vast, and free any "slaves" the Legion was holding captive.
Nunnally: Did they pose a challenge to a mercenary benefactor, a new-age Red Hood, and a gunslinger?
Alistair: (laughs) No!

2015 a.t.b., Zion National Park, Utah. Alistair and a group of Knight's mercenaries came upon a ranger station that was utilized by the Lost Legion. The legionaries spotted them, and began their approach.

Legionary: You, there! This is a restricted area! Leave, immediately!
Alistair (Age 14): Funny. I've been tasked to end you ass-clowns. Teaming up with Hawking bumped you up the list.
Legionary: Tasked, you say? (laughs) And who, exactly, tasked you to kill and empire on the rise?
Alistair: That would be me. (draws Desert Eagles) Time for you to go.

Alistair and the team of mercenaries opened fire on the legionaries, wiping them out without any casualties. As the mercenaries searched the bodies for new weapons, Alistair opened the door to the ranger station, and found the leader, Centurion Aquila, standing inside, with a chainsaw holstered on his back.

Centurion Aquila: The vigilante, Alistair Wake. Why am I not surprised?
Alistair: I'm a mercenary benefactor. Killing people like you is what I do best. Pretty big chainsaw you got, there.
Aquila: Of course. (wields chainsaw) Weapons such as these treat armor like a joke.
Alistair: So, that thing can kill you, a guy decked out in heavy-ass armor?
Aquila: Exactly. (chainsaw revs) Let's see your prosthetics handle this!

Aquila charged at Alistair with the chainsaw in his hands, and Alistair kicked the chainsaw out of Aquila's hands, then Alistair shot Aquila in the foot. Alistair holstered his Desert Eagles, caught the chainsaw out of the air, and thrust the chainsaw into the chest of a stunned Aquila. As Aquila stated, the chainsaw completely ignored Aquila's durable and heavy armor, and went through his chest. Alistair let go of the chainsaw, and Aquila's body fell to the floor.

Alistair: He won't be getting back up. Alright, what weapons do they have, here?

Alistair searched the weapons locker that the Legion had brought into the ranger station, while the mercenary team entered the station.

Mercenary A: Damn! That's the most brutal kill I've seen, today!
Mercenary B: I'll take that chainsaw off his hands. Well, chest, but... You guys get the idea!
Mercenary C: Ocelot must have found some extra revolvers and lever-action rifles. He loves those weapons. Hey, Alistair! What have you got, over there?

Alistair finished equipping multiple holsters to himself and began arming himself with a lever-action shotgun, a 12.7mm SMG, a chainsaw in the form of a combat knife and a sniper rifle. Alistair turned around, looking ready for war.

Mercenary C: Never mind. I can see.
Alistair: At least I found something to give Ocelot and Knight. Maybe they'll like them.
Mercenary A: How the hell did these guys get these kinds of weapons?
Alistair: Don't know. (draws lever-action shotgun and reloads it) Let's find out.

Meanwhile, at another ranger station, Ocelot had finished off Centurion Caius, while Ocelot's team dealt with the legionaries outside.

Ocelot: Sorry, kid. I've had more combat experience than you ever did. Probably should have ricocheted the bullet to the side of his head, not the back. (wipes blood off face) The weapons better be worth it.

Ocelot opened the weapons locker and found an array of revolvers and lever-action rifles, to which he was immediately excited.

Ocelot: (smiles) Yes! (grabs lever-action rifle and reloads it) Oh, my God, that sound is amazing. A Marlin Model 1894! What a beauty! There's a scope for this thing?! Oh, man! A cowboy sniper! (laughs) That is badass! I hope Knight finds something for Alistair... Ooh! Here's something I can give him!

Meanwhile, at a ranger station further north of Ocelot's location, Knight fired both of his pistols into Centurion Faustus, bringing his life to a close.

Knight: Well, now. That wasn't so hard.
Mercenary A: So, we can rest up?
Knight: For now. We still need to deal with the giant-ass army that will overwhelm us, if we don't explode the crap out of them.
Mercenary B: We brought explosive weaponry with us. Don't worry, sir.
Knight: Yeah. We need to overpower them, to get rid of them, for good.
Mercenary C: One of the teams reported that these guys had heavy weaponry, like miniguns and flamethrowers, but no one to use them.
Knight: Then, gear your asses up. I'll check this weapons locker, and see what I can use.
Mercenaries: Right! (exit ranger station)
Knight: Also, something for Alistair.

Knight opened the weapons locker and found an array of military weapons and a hunting shotgun.

Knight: That shotgun's for Alistair. A DMR, too. Wait, this one's for the 82nd American Airborne Division. Camo skin, extended clip, better firepower than the normal model... This is for Alistair, too. Let's just hope that we can overpower these guys, tomorrow. We have to win, no matter what. For Cheryl... For Phoenix... For Alistair.

Later that night, at a Legion encampment outside of Zion, Legates Longinus and Lucius received word of the massive loss of forces inside Zion and of the bases taken over by Alistair Wake.

Legate Longinus: This is a problem.
Legate Lucius: We must consult Caesar (Latin pronunciation).
Longinus: Yes.

The Legates entered their tent and began making a call to Caesar Mallery. Immediately, the large screen turned on, and a man with a shaved head appeared on screen, and the Legates knelt down.

Caesar Mallery: (over screen) Longinus. Lucius. What news do you have for me?
Longinus: The vigilante has appeared, Caesar.
Caesar: Alistair Wake. Looking to be a hero, like his parents, huh? How much damage did he do?
Lucius: Three of our bases were taken, and 300 of our legionaries have been slain.
Caesar: The shit?! How the hell did he manage that!?
Longinus: He appears to be working alongside the man named Knight, sir.
Caesar: That's one way to make my tumor worse. You need some help?
Longinus: It would be appreciated, Caesar.
Caesar: I think I know the kind of help that you need. They will arrive, as soon as they can. Until then...
Longinus and Lucius: (in unison) Veni, Vidi, Vici.