The decision was made. Lelouch Lamperouge—now our chosen architect of controlled disorder—would receive more than just SCP‑006 and operational freedom. If he was to build the Chaos Insurgency into a true, long‑lasting off‑the‑books arm of the Foundation, he would need people, resources, anomalous tools, and a base of operations strong enough to serve as a fortress and invisible enough to vanish from the world's eye.
We convened once more, this time in a secure strategy room deep within Site‑999. Julius handled the logistics, Darius the structural planning, and I gave final authorization.
"Fifty low and mid‑level scientists," Julius began, reading from a transparent projection tablet. "All with loyalty conditioning, but also with free thought intact. They'll be essential for research, production, and reverse‑engineering of anomalous objects."
Darius nodded approvingly. "And two high‑level scientists. Not quite O5‑tier, but capable enough to oversee high‑risk experimentation, anomalous weapon development, and technological progression. They'll help Lelouch build a scientific department comparable to an early Foundation branch."
"And the combat personnel?" I asked.
"Three hundred," Julius answered. "A mix of veteran MTF troops, defectors from military groups who we've leveraged into obedience, and a few anomalous combatants with controllable abilities. Enough to form the first real army of the Chaos Insurgency. Trained, disciplined, loyal—not to Lelouch, but to the mission."
Darius smirked. "By the time Lelouch finishes molding them, they'll be loyal to him as well."
I didn't object. In fact, that was the point.
Lelouch Lamperouge needed authority. Power. Influence. In order to perform his role effectively and discreetly, he required loyal subordinates who believed in the cause—or in the man. His charisma and his Geass would handle the rest.
Next came the SCPs.
Not many—we weren't foolish enough to arm a new organization with anything too dangerous—but enough to give them an edge.
Six SCPs in total.
Two containment‑safe anomalous tools useful for espionage and infiltration.
Two SCP‑tech hybrids designed by Foundation research teams.
One regenerative SCP capable of healing troops rapidly.
And one low‑level combat SCP, something controllable, meant to serve as an asset in emergencies but not a threat to us.
"Plus advanced weapons," Julius added. "Prototype laser rifles from Site‑999's development wing, anomalous munitions, reinforced armor, and several experimental stealth vehicles. Outdated by Foundation standards, but centuries advanced compared to the world."
Darius flicked through schematics. "And as for their base…"
I leaned forward. This was crucial.
"We give them Base‑Theta‑12. The abandoned fortress complex buried beneath a mountain far from civilization—built early in the Foundation's formation and then abandoned when we expanded into more modern facilities. It has shielding, infrastructure, laboratories, barracks… everything they need."
Julius smirked. "And it's off all current records. Only the five of us and a few AI overseers know it even exists."
Darius added, "Once modified and refitted, it will make a perfect headquarters for the Chaos Insurgency."
I nodded. "Good. Lelouch will have a fortress—hidden, secure, and untraceable. The perfect place to grow."
When Lelouch was summoned, he appeared with the calm poise of a man who was already planning six moves ahead.
Tall. Sharp‑eyed. Brilliant. And already calculating the power structures of this new world.
He listened as we explained his role, his mission, and his resources. He spoke only briefly, but with absolute confidence.
"I'll need anonymity," he said plainly. "My identity must be hidden behind a symbol, not a face. A mask. A legend. Something that commands loyalty and awe."
Darius exchanged a glance with me. "We anticipated that."
We handed him the mask.
Black, reflective, and carved in elegant, ominous lines—a face with no identity, only authority.
He lifted it slowly, admiring it.
"With this," Lelouch said quietly, "I am no longer Lelouch Lamperouge."
He placed the mask over his face.
"I am Zero."
The transformation was instantaneous, not in power but in presence. Julius almost smiled. Darius leaned back, satisfied.
Zero—the architect of controlled chaos—was born.
Within a week, he was installed in Base‑Theta‑12.
Within a month, he had reorganized the 300 combat personnel into disciplined units with precise tactical structures.
Within two months, he'd already used his charisma and strategic brilliance to make the fifty scientists believe he was the only logical center of their universe. The two high‑level scientists were already treating him like an O5—something even we hadn't instructed.
And within three months… the Chaos Insurgency existed as a functioning organization.
Hidden.
Growing.
Shaped by a mastermind.
All of it behind the symbol of Zero, the man who wielded his Geass sparingly but decisively, shaping the future of his new army with deadly precision.
They would operate in the shadows during World War I.
They would infiltrate Hydra decades later.
They would influence the world, unseen, subtly shaping human history while remaining nothing more than a rumor whispered between intelligence agencies.
Zero had found his purpose.
And the Chaos Insurgency had found its first true leader.