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12:00 p.m., Ashford Academy. Alistair was having lunch with his fellow student council members in the meeting room, while learning about what the student council can do and events such as the Crossdresser's Ball.

Alistair: What the hell kind of ideas spawn in your brain, Milly?
Lelouch: The craziest ones.
Alistair: These sorts of ideas are absolutely stupid, if you ask me.
Milly: Come on, don't be like that! We're friends!
Alistair: You're not making the best first impressions with me.
Suzaku: How does she not make good impressions? She seems fine, to me.
Alistair: "Find the cat, and you get a kiss from a member of the Student Council!" Talk about discomfort.
Lelouch: Discomfort? Who could be discomforted by a kiss?
Alistair: More like being forced to kiss somebody. To name a few, there's Kallen, Shirley, you...
Lelouch: (agreeing tone) Makes sense, actually.
Milly: I had to get people involved, somehow. It's just the one time. Plus, there was a bonus to budgets, as well.
Alistair: There's the second problem. You left Rivalz in charge of the treasury.
Rivalz: What's wrong with me?
Alistair: I rest my case.
Lelouch: (normal tone) I don't see anything wrong with Rivalz, Alistair.
Alistair: I know his type all too well.
Milly: Anyway, I think it's time for Alistair to hear about his position in the council. Alistair Wake, you are the head of the Disciplinary Committee!
Alistair: Go screw yourself.
Suzaku: Damn! That's denial, for you.
Milly: Are you declining that position? It's an honor!
Alistair: I'm here for Lelouch and Suzaku, not you, Busty.
Milly: Can you please stop calling me that? Why do you call me that, anyway?
Shirley: Maybe it's because your bust is unnaturally large.
Alistair: No. It's because she doesn't make an effort to bind her chest.
Milly: Why would I do that?
Alistair: You know damn well why.
Milly: I really don't.
Alistair: I told you, yesterday.
Rivalz: Can't we just enjoy our lunch? I mean, we got two new members!
Lelouch: To Alistair and Suzaku.
Student Council: Cheers!
Alistair: (thinking) Hmm. Cheerful group. It's pretty amazing that such a council exists. With all this crap going on, they find ways to be happy. Suzaku... Nunnally said that he was in the Britannian military, a Warrant Officer in an engineering corps. Hopefully, he doesn't get into any trouble. Who knows, he might get a big paycheck out of it. For some reason, he was framed for killing Clovis, then Zero showed up. This Zero guy... Who is he, really? What are his means, in all this? Rebellion started up all over Japan, when he rescued Suzaku. But, rebellion won't stop an empire of anarchists, bent on taking over the world. Rebellion's too small. Revolution. That's where the money's at. Bring forth change, from out of nowhere.

Immediately, the door opened and some students entered the student council room. All of the students that entered were male.

Male Student: Alistair Wake?
Alistair: That would be I.
Male Student: Come with us. We've got something to show you.
Alistair: (stands up) Thank God for you guys. I was getting annoyed by Busty, over there. (to student council) Catch you guys later.

Alistair followed the students through corridor after corridor to a place that Alistair was not aware of. Then, the group went down a large flight of stairs to an underground area beneath the main building.

Male Student: How do you like Ashford Academy, so far?
Alistair: There's barely any Japanese students here. So, you tell me.
Male Student: (scoffs) Elevens. Why do you respect them, anyway? They're slaves. Nothing.
Alistair: Oh, you're one of those racist assholes, huh?
Male Student: I can't be racist to a race that doesn't exist, can I?
Alistair: Yep, racist asshole.
Male Student: You've got a one-track mind, kid. You'll never be an honorary Britannian, at this rate.
Alistair: Haters gonna hate.
Male Student: (growls, thinking) Take the hint, bastard. Give up the tough guy act and act like a Britannian.
Alistair: Where the hell are we going, anyway?
Male Student: (out loud) The truth is, we want to test you.
Alistair: Test for what, exactly?

The group stopped at a door immediately left of the stairway. One of the students opened the door.

Male Student: The future.

Alistair and the students entered the room, which was filled with monitors and other various equipment. The monitors currently showed information on Knightmares, as a teacher looked at each one.

Male Student: We brought him.
Teacher: (turns around) Ah. Alistair Wake. So good to see you, here.
Alistair: The hell is this place?
Teacher: This room is specifically designed to teach students about their future in the military and Knightmares. I am Professor Dean Calvert, the teacher that runs this class.
Alistair: Calvert, huh?
Professor Dean Calvert: I assume Bryan wasn't rough with you, Alistair?
Alistair: As a matter of fact, no. Though, he could have been more enthusiastic about meeting an American badass, like myself.
Bryan Dorland: Being here is an honor, Wake.
Alistair: Got no need for taking honors. Or pride, for that matter.
Prof. Calvert: No need for pride? Preposterous. You must have pride, Alistair. Ego is a meaning of life.
Alistair: Killed it.
Prof. Calvert: Okay. What about...killing instinct?
Alistair: Dead.
Prof. Calvert: The necessary desires? Sex, conquest, war? Ambition? Absolute destruction upon your enemies?
Alistair: All of the above happen to be dead.
Bryan: A conscience?
Alistair: You're talkin' to him.
Bryan: What the hell kind of a person are you?
Alistair: Like I said, badass.
Prof. Calvert: I think it's about time to get this class underway. Please, have a seat.

All of the students, Alistair included, sat down in one of the chairs in the room. At that point, Professor Calvert started the class, with the monitors showing Knightmare information as he progressed.

Prof. Calvert: Now that we're all here, let's get started. Let's learn about the Knightmare Frame, shall we?
Alistair: Bryan! You could've just said I was gonna learn about those damn things in the first place!
Prof. Calvert: Anyway, the current Knightmare Frames are quite extraordinary in the ways of combat. Normal infantry cannot comprehend how to combat a Knightmare.
Alistair: (smiling) Simple. Kill the pilot, or disable the bastard thing.
Bryan: No talking in class. Shut up.
Alistair: I'm sorry, what?
Bryan: I said-.
Alistair: I'm sorry, what?
Bryan: Let me finish, you-!
Alistair: Sounds like you're socially awkward, buddy.
Bryan: What did you say!?
Prof. Calvert: Enough! Both of you! Alistair, you don't seem to understand that someone destroying or disabling a Knightmare is impossible.
Alistair: I did it without a scratch on me.
Bryan: Bullshit!
Alistair: Very true, actually. Had enough time to pull all the pins off the grenades before handing the pilot the belt. He was quite racist.
Bryan: (enraged) You killed a soldier!?
Alistair: An anarchic terrorist, really.
Bryan: You bastard!
Prof. Calvert: Bryan! Calm down.
Bryan: This bastard called our military a bunch of terrorists! (to Alistair) Stop thinking like that, and act like a Britannian!
Alistair: Buddy, you have no idea how much ass I've kicked in all my years, back in America.
Bryan: You are here to be a Britannian! No more ideals about freedom and hope! Our Emperor has seen to that! There is no freedom! You are a Britannian! Act like it!
Alistair: For Auld Lang Syne, baby.
Prof. Calvert: Mr. Dorland. Calm down and let class continue.
Bryan: (growls) Fine. You'll get yours, Wake. You'll see things our way, even if we have to force it into you.
Alistair: Bring it on, pally.
Prof. Calvert: Moving on. Ever since the arrival of the Glasgow, the first Knightmare introduced into combat, Knightmares have evolved from it. Apparently the Elevens-.
Alistair: Japanese.
Prof. Calvert: Of course. They have made their own modifications to the Glasgow, making it a whole new Knightmare, which is mostly used by the Japan Liberation Front. The Bu... What the hell kind of word...?
Alistair: Burai.
Prof. Calvert: Thank you. Ever still, the "Burai" is a 4th generation Knightmare.
Alistair: (thinking) You just butchered the Japanese language, you ass. Didn't even roll the tongue. (out loud) 4th gen, huh? When was the first?
Prof. Calvert: Good question, Alistair. The first real Knightmares were created in the 3rd generation.
Alistair: The 1st and 2nd were tests, then?
Prof. Calvert: Precisely. Excellent deduction, Alistair. Currently, we are at the 5th generation of Knightmares, which includes the Sutherland and Gloucester.
Alistair: So, those were Sutherlands, huh? Gloucesters must be for elites and enforcer types, I suppose?
Prof. Calvert: Correct, again! You are on fire! Very, very true. Only high-ranking military officials, like a General, can pilot a Gloucester.
Alistair: I can see that the armaments are different, as well. Both Sutherlands and Gloucesters have SMGs, but Gloucesters have lances from the get-go.
Prof. Calvert: Well, Sutherlands can carry lances, too.
Alistair: Note that word, "can". Meaning it's not the primary weapon of a Sutherland. This means that Gloucesters are more proficient with those non-slashing spears.
Prof. Calvert: Oh. That fact. Yeah, Gloucester lances are stronger than the ones used by Sutherlands. That's what you meant by "having lances from the get-go."
Bryan: Since you know so much about Knightmares, let's see you pilot one.
Prof. Calvert: (chuckles) You actually guessed what we were going to do, today, Bryan.
Bryan: Huh?
Prof. Calvert: We actually have some perfected Knightmare combat simulators, in the other room. Would any of you care to try them out?
Alistair: Dibs!
Bryan: Alright. Let's see what you're made of, Wake.
Prof. Calvert: Alright, class. Follow me!

Meanwhile, in Saitama, a Britannian mobile base was stationed, with Sutherlands guarding from the front. Inside the base, Cornelia planned out her actions alongside Guilford and General Andreas Darlton.

Cornelia: At exactly 3:45, we will destroy the Saitama Ghetto. And before you ask, yes it is very similar to the situation Clovis was facing in Shinjuku. However, this operation is to lure out Zero, and make it much more challenging for him to win. Darlton?
General Andreas Darlton: The forces are preparing immediately, Viceroy.
Cornelia: Good. If things get hairy, Guilford will deal with the situation, posthaste.
Guilford: It shall be my duty, Princess Cornelia.
Cornelia: I'm curious about something, Guilford.
Guilford: Yes, Your Highness?
Cornelia: Do you have a girlfriend? A legitimate one?
Guilford: (surprised) Uh...
Darlton: I don't think that now's the time for such a question.
Cornelia: What, you think I'm anti-social? Do you, punk-ass?
Darlton: (surprised) Excuse me?
Cornelia: Oh, you don't talk urban, do you?
Guilford: Urban!? What the hell do you mean "urban"!? Uh, Princess?
Cornelia: The speech of the streets? Normal talk, instead of the upper class bull? Come on, guys! Work with me, here!
Guilford: Perhaps you could teach us, while we wait?
Cornelia: Well, it beats being bored doesn't it?
Guilford and Darlton: (in unison) Yes. Yes it does.
Cornelia: See? You're getting the hang of it. (looks at clock) What have we got? Oh, Judas Priest!
Guilford: What is it?!
Cornelia: I think we showed up too early. We've got hours to spare.
Guilford: That...is rather upsetting.
Darlton: Our personnel is going to be bored out of their skulls.
Cornelia: Same with me. (long pause) So... How are your kids, Darlton?
Darlton: I...don't know, really.
Cornelia: What kind of father doesn't see his own kids?
Guilford: Yours, to name one. (realizes what he said) Please don't be mad at me.
Cornelia: (snickers) It's true, though.
Guilford: (thinking) Oh, thank God! I thought she was going to kill me!
Cornelia: Don't worry, Guilford. I won't snitch on you.

Back at Ashford Academy, Professor Calvert led Alistair and the rest of the class to another room underneath the main building. When they entered the room, there were 25 Knightmare cockpits hooked up to various machinery.

Alistair: So, these are the simulators, huh?
Prof. Calvert: Correct, you are. Since there are 25 of you, all of the simulators will be used in the simulation. It will test your skill with Knighmare piloting, and teamwork on the battlefield.
Bryan: Good. You hear that, Wake? Teamwork. We have to work together, in order to succeed.
Alistair: I am going to kick all of your asses.
Bryan: Professor Calvert, can't you see that he's not fit for this class? He doesn't even know the first thing about teamwork.
Alistair: Don't need a team to take you guys down. Besides, I live to destroy battlefields.
Bryan: You'll learn about teamwork. The hard way.
Prof. Calvert: Everyone, get inside the simulators. Alistair, there's a manual inside, if you need it.
Alistair: I'll brush up.

All of the students entered the simulator and closed the cockpit. Professor Calvert turned on a large screen monitor which showed an area similar to Shinjuku. There was a Britannian mobile base with around 50 Sutherlands in front of it. Alistair was the first to speak.

Alistair: Wow. We're using this kind of place? Boo!
Male Student A: This is just a simulation, not the real deal.
Bryan: We have plenty of time before the mission starts. Terrorists will show up and attack us. We need to work together to take them out.
Students: Yes, sir!
Bryan: Got that, Wake?
Alistair: I've got a better idea.

Alistair's Sutherland began walking away from the army of Sutherlands, then turned to face them.

Alistair: I kick every single one of your asses.
Male Student A: What the hell is wrong with you!? We're on the same side!
Alistair: Where are we, right now?
Male Student B: Area 11!
Alistair: Yep. You're going down.
Male Student C: Damn traitor!
Alistair: I'm not the one going against my morality. You are.
Bryan: New plan. Kill Wake!
Students: All Hail Britannia!
Male Student C: I'll take him!

One Sutherland charged at Alistair's, firing its SMG. Alistair's Sutherland jumped into the air and punched the opposing Sutherland's head off. One of the simulators opened and the student occupying it was completely shocked at the event that transpired.

Male Student C: What the hell!? How did he-?!
Prof. Calvert: (looks at student) Hmm. That's intriguing. (looks back at monitor) What will you do next?

The army in front of Alistair lied in wait, as they were shocked by Alistair's skill.

Alistair: Anyone else? Or are you just gonna give up, here and now?
Male Student A: My turn!
Bryan: Stop! Group up and surround him!
Male Student B: I'm on it!

This time, three Sutherlands approached Alistair's Sutherland, one with a lance, the rest with SMGs. The Sutherland with the lance threw it at Alistair's Sutherland, and it appeared to have connected, causing Alistair's Sutherland to reel back.

Male Student B: How's that, traitor!?

At that moment, Alistair's Sutherland stumbled backwards on one leg, reversed its grasp on the lance, reeled the lance back, span around, then threw the lance back at the Sutherland that threw it. The lance connected with the Sutherland and pierced through the cockpit. Alistair's Sutherland drew its SMG with one hand and fired upon one of the other Sutherlands, causing the pilot to eject. Then, Alistair's Sutherland holstered the SMG and launched its Slash Harkens at the last Sutherland, causing the Harkens to pierce through the enemy Sutherland's arms. Alistair's Sutherland grasped the Slash Harken wires with both hands.

Alistair: Get over here!

Alistair's Sutherland pulled on the wires with enough force that it launched the enemy Sutherland off its feet and fly towards Alistair. Then, Alistair's Sutherland jumped into the air, retracted its Harkens and dropkicked the enemy Sutherland straight into a building, causing enough damage to disable it. Alistair's Sutherland walked over to one of the disabled Sutherlands and took its SMG.

Alistair: So, you get the gist of the situation?
Bryan: Attack!

The army of Sutherlands charged towards Alistair's Sutherland, and Alistair's Sutherland aimed the second SMG in its left hand and took out what looked like a grenade in its right, the grenade opening in its grasp.

Alistair: Eat Chaos Slayer, chumps!

Alistair's Sutherland threw the Chaos Slayer grenade at the enemy Sutherlands. The Chaos Slayer fired shrapnel upon every enemy, while Alistair's Sutherland drew its primary SMG and opened fire with both. The resulting onslaught caused a majority of the enemy Sutherlands to explode or eject. Only 7 Sutherlands remained.

Alistair: What's next on the list, buddy?
Bryan: I don't understand! We outnumbered you! What the hell is going on!?
Alistair: What part of "badass" don't you get?
Bryan: All of you! Open fire!
Male Student D: We don't have guns! We've got nothing!
Bryan: Amateurs! Either die to him, or die to me!

The remaining 6 Sutherland pilots ejected from the battle, leaving only Bryan and Alistair.

Alistair: Showdown, huh?
Bryan: You think you're better than me? Just because you're extremely lucky?
Alistair: True, but I've got the skill to back up that luck.
Bryan: I gave you a chance. To be perfect, to be one of us. One with Britannia. And you spit in my face.
Alistair: A punch to your face is more accurate. Perfection doesn't exist, in my book. Revolution? Now, that is something I can get behind. All part of my reputation, my family business.
Bryan: Why? Why do you defy me?
Alistair: I'm a mercenary benefactor. I clean up the anarchic trash that thinks that they can take over the world. You're all that's left, right now.
Bryan: (frightened) Mercenary?! What?! You can't be...! That's impossible! There's no such thing as a mercenary! They're a myth! You're lying!
Alistair: So? What's your next move? Call or fold, Dorland? What's it gonna be, Dorland? What's it gonna freakin' be!?
Bryan: (stammering) You-. You don't exist. Britannia is the only force. I-. You-. You're a myth. Britannia-. World conquest-. (continues babbling incoherently, pauses, then screams hysterically)

As Bryan screamed, his Sutherland charged towards Alistair's, firing its SMG. Alistair's Sutherland tossed its SMGs away, jumped into the air, connected the right arm's tonfa to its wrist and Superman punched Bryan's Sutherland's head into pieces. Immediately, the simulation ended. Professor Calvert looked at Alistair's simulator as Alistair climbed out of it.

Alistair: (excited) Whoo! That was awesome! I wrecked every single one of you! No damage! Yeah!
Prof. Calvert: What a splendid display of skill, Alistair! You have truly impressed me!
Alistair: Yeah, whatever.
Prof. Calvert: You would be perfect for Britannia's military! Please, say you'll join!
Alistair: Yeah, right! I kicked your ass, Calvert! Alistair-1, Calvert-0. Next time, bring a challenge, you anarchic crap. (exits room) Whoo! That battlefield is cadaveriffic!
Male Student A: What the shit just happened?
Male Student B: Did we just get annihilated?
Male Student C: He is not to be screwed with.
Prof. Calvert: Well, let's see how well Alistair did. (pauses) Huh? It didn't record? Weird.
Male Student A: (walks towards simulator) It's gotta be that simulator. Something's wrong with-... Um, Professor?
Prof. Calvert: What is it?
Male Student A: Alistair's simulator is broken. It won't turn back on.
Prof. Calvert: He's that good, huh? So that's why. The system couldn't keep up with Alistair, or comprehend his skill. How's Bryan, by the way?
Male Student B: Bryan! Wake up! Are you okay!?

Professor Calvert walked over to Bryan's simulator to see that Bryan was unconscious, with his eyes open. His face showed absolute fear and disbelief.

Prof. Calvert: Get some water.
Male Student A: I've got a water bottle.
Prof. Calvert: Give it to me.

Professor Calvert poured all of the water from the water bottle onto Bryan's face, but he did not respond.

Prof. Calvert: Wow. Alistair's words and skills were so powerful, he put Bryan into a coma. Someone, take him to the doctor.

With all of his classes done for the day, Alistair returned to the clubhouse to find a delivery man at the front door.

Alistair: What are you doing here, buddy?
Delivery Man: Oh, hi. Uh, I'm delivering a pizza.
Alistair: Pizza? From where?
Delivery Man: Pizza Hut.
Alistair: (stern, deadpan tone) What?
Delivery Man: Is there something wrong?
Alistair: There's a Pizza Hut? Here? In Japan?
Delivery Man: Yeah?
Alistair: I was never told of this. If I had known, I'd have called you two days ago.
Delivery Man: Uh...
Alistair: You wanna know why?
Delivery Man: Uh... Why?
Alistair: Because... I love Pizza Hut. (normal tone) So, who's the pizza for?
Delivery Man: Uh, a guy named Lelouch Lamperouge.
Alistair: Lelouch, huh? I'll take it from here. How much?
Delivery Man: Actually, the pizza was already paid for. You don't have to pay me.
Alistair: Alright, just give me the pizza, and I'll make sure Lelouch gets it.
Delivery Man: Thanks.

Alistair retrieved the pizza from the Pizza Hut delivery man and entered the clubhouse. When he reached the Lamperough side of the clubhouse, he found that only Sayoko was there.

Alistair: Hey, Sayoko.
Sayoko: Alistair.
Alistair: Where's Lelouch? He ordered Pizza Hut.
Sayoko: I don't think he did. He's not here.
Alistair: Huh?
Sayoko: Nunnally went off to the student council room to find him. I have duties to attend to. Sorry. (leaves room)
Alistair: If Lelouch isn't here, and Nunnally's at the student council room, then who ordered the pizza?

Alistair looked around the Lamperouge residence and found Lelouch's room.

Alistair: Only one way to find out.