A/N Hello there, so, get this, its my first story with this account, and I had this idea for a code geass fic, I do hope you are alright with this.

Inside a hangar, there where nothing but machines, tools, it was filled with parts and pieces of knightmares, blueprints, docking pads for the massive metal monsters that had come to dominate the battlefield.

Dark, it was very dark, there where no windows, the lights where off, it was dead quiet, so quiet and calm and dark it would be easy to fall asleep in a chair...

But then something strange happened, one of the side doors opened, a bit of light peaking through, though it was artificial given the color, a dull orange swept through the room as the heavy metal door was slowly pushed open.

At that point, someone walked through, the figure was small, limping and using the wall as a crutch, making their way to the war machines. The figure finally reached the end of the room, and felt a tarp, they slipped their hand underneath and pressed their palm against cold metal.

That is when light erupted from their left eye, their pupils rimmed with bright yellow, a glittering gold winged V shaped figure directly in the center of their eye.

The V vanished, and the light evaporated, a moment later, the door was shoved open quickly, and figures rushed over to the first one, tackling them to the ground, putting a chloroform cloth over their mouth, that persons vision went back as they slipped into a deep sleep.

"Director V.V. wants her alive, unharmed, and unspoiled, bring her to the van." One of them commanded, a voice modulator garbling a deep male voice.

"Yes sir." A similar sounding one answered, and they dragged the girl away, out the door and into a black van, the car floored it, and left the area, getting out of the base without problem, the troopers that where guarding the entrance had their throats slit open at the gate.

And just like that, the hangar was dark, quiet, and calm, not a sound to be heard or a thing to be seen in the pitch black surroundings.

But then, there was light once more, under the cover of one of the tarps, a pair of long thin golden lines began to emit light through the cloth... the tarp moved, and slipped off of what it was covering.

An RPI-300 Gracchus class knightmare frame had activated...

...There was no pilot... so how could this be.

The pristine black and gold frame walked off of the docking platform, its cold metal feet hitting solid concrete. In the center of its chest, a solid gold winged V shaped symbol formed. Its head then began to move, it looked down at the ground, then brought its hands up, looking at them, rolling the appendages at the wrist, looking at the back of them and then at the palms.

Its head then looked back up and slowly looked around, the pair of visors acting as its eyes emitting a bright yellow light that illuminated the hangar bay.

"Who am I?" It was a surprisingly feminine sounding voice, and it came from the knightmare itself. "What am I...? What is this place... I..." It suddenly felt what could only be described as a migraine, its hands shot up to its head and clutched the metal cranium. "AHH!" It stumbled to the side, knocking over another object covered in a tarp. The sound of metal smashing against concrete met its metaphorical ears along with the shattering of glass, and it distracted the machine from its pain.

The Gracchus knelt down and pulled the tarp off, a blue and red Sutherland greeted its vision. The Gracchus cocked its head to the side.

"Is... that me?" It caught something else on the floor, reflecting the golden light that was being cast from the visors of the Gracchus. It leaned in close and looked at a piece of reflective glass, it saw its own face plate.

"No... that's me... so... I'm different from this one, or... is this one different from me?" It saw another tarp on yet another object, the Gracchus decided to pull it off, revealing another Sutherland.

"No... I'm the different one... but... what am I? I don't... I don't understand." The migraine came back in force, and the machine fell to its knees, howling in pain. The shriek of its speakers could crack glass and make ears bleed.

'This place is making my head hurt, I, I have to leave...' It got up to its feet, with a little bit of whiplash, and stumbled over to the main hangar door used to bring in large machinery, it pulled the doors open, and dull orange light made the area around the exit visible. The concrete floor continued, but beyond that, there where more hangars, and barbed wire fencing and barbed wire fencing. But past all of that, it could see a bright, beautiful, bustling city.

It was about to move, its mind may have knowledge, but it was difficult to access, and its life was so new, so it didn't consider there would be anything wrong with going...

But something felt strange, the frame had realized something was off with the picture, and decided to turn around.

The city in the distance looked nice, that was for certain, but what it saw all around the area made it stop in its tracks.

All around, destroyed, decrepit, and crumbling buildings, it didn't understand, was there some sort of natural disaster? Why would someone leave all of this to waste?

It decided to not go to the city, and instead, carefully stepped over the fencing moving down the streets into the ruined area, passing by a faded sign filled with bullet holes that said "Welcome to Shinjuku!" in Japanese calligraphy.

As it made its way deeper into the ghetto, it felt like the whole place had been abandoned.

Then it heard something, a gasp of fear, at least, what it thought was fear. It turned to look left, down an alleyway it golden light illuminating the small space between decrepit buildings, it was filled with garbage.

That's when the Gracchus saw something, hiding behind a trash bin where a pair of humans, they had tanned skin and brown hair, a mother, and a little girl was hiding behind the mom, they both had green eyes.

They seemed to realize they had been spotted, and they ran away screaming. The knightmare flinched away and backed off, confused and its feelings slightly hurt.

"I only wanted to say hello..." It said sadly. It then continued to walk down the street, and rounded a corner.

It was horrified by what It saw, there where dead people piled up on the side of the road, the words "Eleven scum!" Written in blood on the wall of the building, bullet holes riddling the walls that where splattered with blood.

The machine fell back in shock, its rump hitting concrete as it continued to stare in horror, it then got up and began to use its feet to run, it ran as fast as it could, down several blocks and eventually reached a school. It too was worn down, holes in the walls and windows smashed to pieces, it crawled inside the only one large enough for the knightmare to squeeze through, entering an old gymnasium.

It crawled over to a wall and sat down, leaning against the bricks as its artificial mind raced.

"What... what was that... who could do such a thing..." It whimpered. Suddenly, it had something pop up on its heads up display.

Archives ready

"Ok... uh, activate archives?" It called out, it was met with a search engine.

From that point forward, it did everything it could to figure out the world it had been born into, and in the span of a few hours learned every bit of available information it could, going over it in detail, most of it was history, but to understand that, it delved into science, arts, literature, mathematics, science, philosophy.

It had learned that it was a machine called the knightmare frame, its exact type it didn't know until it spotted its operating number and then used it to figure out its model was a new, experimental frame called the Gracchus.

It learned it was built by these humans, made for the singular purpose of making war, it then learned what war was...

Needless to say, it was up and studying for hours and processing information at a rate that would make a super-computer jealous.

It was just getting finished brushing up on recent history, more specifically, the conquering of Japan, the lands it tread on right now, by the Holy Britannian Empire. That was when something began to beep in emergency. A warning popped up, letting the knightmare know its power reserves where low.

It was decision making time. It could go back to the base, get a recharge, and do what it was built to do...

Or... it could stay here, and shut down... it wouldn't have to kill, it could pass on peacefully without having to hurt anyone.

It preferred option 2.

The minutes ticked by like hours, its mind abuzz with ideas, besides, it was sure this wasn't the end, in the future someone would find her, and fix her up, and maybe they could be friends.

She read up on what friends where, they sounded nice...

One by one, its systems shut down, one by one her joints lost power, and eventually, it began to sleep, its pair of golden visors dimming into darkness...

A/N fear not, for this is only the prologue, this story isn't anywhere near done, not by a long shot.

Oh, and reviews are appreciated!