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2017 a.t.b., Sunagawa. The Britannian Tokyo Mavericks that arrived at the city were met with Renegades at every corner, and were hiding out, planning their next actions.

Jeremiah: "Police station," the reports said.
Knight Cross: Either they were misinformed, or it was an understatement.
Jeremiah: Either way, Mordor is right outside our window.
Knight Cross: Sauron's in hiding, so, we'll take his Mouth.
Jeremiah: I highly doubt Nanbu's like that.
Knight Cross: Just being funny, Jeremiah.
Jeremiah: Unless we can find the source of this bullshit, we're stuck in here.
Knight Cross: Our Knightmares will come in, soon enough. Maxson, would you mind telling us what the hell is going on, here?
Knight Captain Nolan Maxson: The Renegades are trying to lure the Primebloods into another battle.
Jeremiah: "Another"?
Knight Captain Maxson: That's all these guys have been up to. Taking territories, killing each other off, that sort of thing.
Jeremiah: What if someone intervenes with both parties?
Knight Captain Maxson: And, win? Probably piss them off.
Jeremiah: Sounds good. (looks at Cross) When are our Knightmares showing up?
Knight Cross: The train should arrive, in 2 hours. Once we've got a path to get to the station, that is.
Jeremiah: Fighting through those guys really gets your heart going.
Knight Cross: I have to ask, Jeremiah... Why join up with us?
Jeremiah: I had a change of heart, at Narita. And, upon joining, I learned that our leader and founder just so happened to be the reason why I began to think so clearly.
Knight Cross: You learned about Alistair's past?
Jeremiah: Yeah. The source of his pain was Samuel Hawking. Always hated that guy.
Knight Cross: How do you know him?
Jeremiah: Well...

2009 a.t.b., Britannian palace. Hawking was on an airplane, preparing to meet with the emperor of Britannia, and entering the country, for the first time.

Jeremiah (narrating): Hawking was going to meet with the Emperor of Ego, to discuss...something. I was never told what they were talking about. At the time, I was on guard duty, protecting Lady Marianne, and her children, Lelouch and Nunnally.
Knight Cross (narrating): Marianne the Flash? Wait, wasn't she...?
Jeremiah: I'll get to that. According to the reports I read...
Hawking: Man, it is beautiful, out here! Peaceful, here, anarchy, in the countries they took over. God, I love that. However, I need to complete my look. Just a suit doesn't proclaim "Biggest asshole, on the planet". (snaps fingers in realization) Bring me my trucker hat.

One hour later, garden near Britannian palace.

Jeremiah: Princess Cornelia was the first to meet him. For some reason, she hated him, instantly.

Cornelia was walking through the garden, after visiting Euphemia, when a loud crashing noise emanated from behind her. Someone knocked over one of the decorative pillars.

Hawking: Ha! Always wanted to do that!
Cornelia (Age 19): Who the hell are you!?
Hawking: (notices Cornelia) Oh? Purple hair? That's a thing? Ah, whatever. Hi, there, Lady Indigo. My name is Samuel Hawking. Look at my trucker hat.

Hawking pointed at the hat he was wearing, the front of it reading "Neutral Evil 4 Life". Cornelia's expression changed immensely, and she drew a pistol and shot at Hawking. The bullet did not faze Hawking, due to him previously injecting Mephisto into his system.

Hawking: Shoot upon greeting, huh? Never had that, before.
Cornelia: What you've done is unforgivable, you monster!
Hawking: (amused) Yes. Insult me more. Feel that, on your back?
Cornelia: (shoots Hawking again) Why won't you die?!
Hawking: Don't wanna.
Cornelia: You bastard...!
Hawking: Do you remember what you were doing August 8th, 1976 a.t.b.?
Cornelia: Wha-? I wasn't even born, yet!
Hawking: Fine, I'll think of a more eventful time, for you. (humming in thought) Oh, yeah. Do you remember what you were doing September 11th, 2001 a.t.b.?
Cornelia: (enraged) Go! Screw yourself!
Hawking: Oh, but I did, actually! Along with 50 other women. You know when I did it!? ...9/11.
Cornelia: I'll kill you!

20 minutes later, Aries villa.

Knight Cross: How the hell did Cornelia know about 9/11?
Jeremiah: You know what that is?
Knight Cross: Terrorist attack. World Trade Center. Plane crashed into the towers, taking many lives.
Jeremiah: Yeah, that's something to get pissed at. Either way, I was stationed at Aries villa, where Lady Marianne and her children resided. Nice place, but a few...problems, with the residents.

Lelouch and his mother Marianne were walking into the foyer, talking to each other.

Lelouch (Age 10): Mother, you need to calm down.
Marianne vi Britannia: I can't calm down, if there's been stress in the air, for years!
Lelouch: You've seriously tried everything? You've actually been stressed for years?
Marianne: You're seriously trying to understand this? You're 10, Nunnally's 8, I'm 20, and my married life has been extremely stressful!
Jeremiah: Marianne had been 20, for 10 years.
Lelouch: That still doesn't mean-!

Lelouch was interrupted by the sound of the front door being kicked open. From the light of the outside, Hawking entered the room, his hat mysteriously missing. Lelouch looked on at the man, and could clearly see that the stuff of nightmares had entered his home.

Hawking: Marianne the Flash! We meet, at last.
Lelouch: What is that thing?!
Marianne: It's just Hawking, Lelouch. And, "thing"? Please- Oh, my God, I feel his sins crawling on my back.
Hawking: Yeah, that happens, a lot.
Marianne: Can you turn it off? My life's been shitty.
Hawking: It's random. I can't help being evil.
Lelouch: Your hairstyle is unsavory, too.
Hawking: (looks at Lelouch) Oh? You must be Lelouch! Good day to ya, little dude! I'd tip my hat to you... (looks outside open door, shouting angrily) But, I lost it!
Cornelia: (outside) The moment you set foot out that door, I'm shoving this gun down your throat!
Hawking: You owe me 500 bucks, bitch!
Lelouch: Is that Cornelia?
Hawking: (looks back at Lelouch) Oh, that's... (laughs) Oh, that's Cornelia, huh? Oh... That is...not making me care. You really shouldn't be related to her.
Lelouch: You don't talk about my sister, like that!
Hawking: Oh, yeah?

Immediately, Hawking kicked Lelouch, launching the boy to a wall, and making a dent that was the shape and size of Lelouch's body.

Lelouch: (in pain) How am I alive?
Hawking: Wasn't trying to kill you, dickweed! Don't tell me what to do! (looks at Marianne) I'm surprised that you didn't yell.
Marianne: The biggest migraine, in history, right here.
Hawking: Damn, that's a lot of pain. You should see a doctor. Maybe you can be less bitchy. (looks at Jeremiah) God, Technicolor hair, everywhere! You, with the blue hair!
Jeremiah (Age 20): Turquoise, actually.
Hawking: Whatever! You wanna do something? Go pry Lelouch off the wall. I've got business elsewhere, people to kill, anarchy to bring. And find my god damn hat!

Jeremiah went to Lelouch and pulled him from the 10-year-old shaped hole in the wall.

Jeremiah: Are you alright?
Lelouch: I really hate that guy.
Hawking: (walks out the front door) Round two, fleshlight!
Cornelia: DIE!
Jeremiah: I know what you mean.

2017 a.t.b. Sunagawa.

Knight Cross: God. So, did you...?
Jeremiah: Indeed, I felt his sins crawling on my back. Haunting bastard.
Knight Captain Maxson: Damn, Jeremiah. You've been through a lot.
Jeremiah: Yeah. I did what I was told, more or less. Fortunately, I kept myself a souvenir.

Jeremiah reached into his duffle bag, and pulled out a hat that was in a style that neither Maxson nor Cross had seen, before. The text on the front of the hat matched up to Jeremiah's story.

Knight Captain Maxson: (laughs greatly, lies on floor)
Knight Cross: You found his trucker hat?!
Jeremiah: Think the text can be fixed?
Knight Cross: Let's hope! You're not Neutral Evil, yourself!
Knight Captain Maxson: (continues laughing) Oh, my God! That is karma! Hilarious karma!
Jeremiah: When I retire, I'm gonna wear this. On my orange farm. Maybe, have my own brand of orange juice.
Knight Cross: The irony is real.
Knight Captain Maxson: The karma is real! (laughs)

Meanwhile, at Tokyo, Alistair arrived at the highway, where the prison transport vehicle had been intercepted.

Alistair: This the one?
Tokyo Maverick: Sir, we checked inside, and found our guy. And, he is freakin' big!
Baritone Voice: You cannot sit back here. I called shotgun.
Alistair: Uh, why isn't he out?
Tokyo Maverick: He's dead set on execution.
Alistair: I'm on it.

Alistair opened the back door of the transport vehicle, and entered the dark trailer. The large, muscular Japanese man, bound in chains looks at Alistair.

Alistair: You must be Saejima.
Shinjiro Saejima: The big boss of the Mavericks. The hell do you want?
Alistair: Your sister asked for our assistance.
Saejima: Hmph. She just can't let go, huh? I've been a foot in the grave, ever since I joined the JLF. I let myself be captured, just to save Aiko. Just let me die.
Alistair: Hell no, man. No one's dying, on my watch.
Saejima: You're not even Japanese. Why the hell do you care?
Alistair: (removes hood) Because, it's my job.
Saejima: (immediately recognizes Alistair) You're... Alistair Wake?!
Alistair: You know my name?
Saejima: What are you doing, here?! Why aren't you in America, taking the fight to Hawking?!
Alistair: Answer for an answer, buddy. How the hell do you know who I am?
Saejima: I've read your freaking book!
Alistair: Wait, what?
Saejima: Your autobiography!
Alistair: How the hell did it get here!?
Saejima: Don't know, don't care. Good read, nonetheless. Now, what the hell are you doing in Japan?
Alistair: I killed Hawking, next is the Emperor of Ego.
Saejima: Well, when you put yourself in the current situation... (gets up and breaks chains) Get me one of your sweet-ass outfits. One for my sister, too, just to make her look cool.
Alistair: What a good big brother, you are.

Meanwhile, at Mt. Fuji, the Renegades began their assault on Kyoto's headquarters, wanting payback for not assisting them in their endeavors.

Renegade Leader: We're honored guests! Why shut the door, huh?
Renegade: Sir, we're about to breach their lab!
Renegade Leader: Good. Have our black ops guys stationed, somewhere. The Mavericks might show up, sooner or later. Soon, we shall succeed Samuel Hawking's legacy. The world will know...that everything burns.