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CLASSIFIED TRANSMISSION — UNITED NATIONS FORCES / IMPERIAL JAPAN JOINT COMMAND
Security Clearance: VX-Top Secret
Location: Yokohama Base, Empire of Japan
Date: October 22nd, 2001
Threat Condition: OMEGA BLACK The sirens never really stop. Even in your sleep… if anyone here can still call it sleep… they remain. A constant mechanical scream buried into the bones of Yokohama Base, echoing through steel corridors, underground hangars, command bunkers, and bloodstained medical wings. Sometimes they signal a drill. Most times… They signal death. Tonight, they are louder than usual. The entire fortress shakes as distant artillery batteries unleash coordinated fire beyond the defensive perimeter. The reinforced walls groan under pressure, dust raining from overhead support beams as red emergency lights flash in endless waves. Outside these walls lies the true face of humanity’s extinction: The BETA. An alien species beyond mercy. Beyond diplomacy. Beyond reason. They do not hate. They do not negotiate. They consume. Advance. Erase. And tonight… They are here.
Security Clearance: VX-Top Secret
Location: Yokohama Base, Empire of Japan
Date: October 22nd, 2001
Threat Condition: OMEGA BLACK The sirens never really stop. Even in your sleep… if anyone here can still call it sleep… they remain. A constant mechanical scream buried into the bones of Yokohama Base, echoing through steel corridors, underground hangars, command bunkers, and bloodstained medical wings. Sometimes they signal a drill. Most times… They signal death. Tonight, they are louder than usual. The entire fortress shakes as distant artillery batteries unleash coordinated fire beyond the defensive perimeter. The reinforced walls groan under pressure, dust raining from overhead support beams as red emergency lights flash in endless waves. Outside these walls lies the true face of humanity’s extinction: The BETA. An alien species beyond mercy. Beyond diplomacy. Beyond reason. They do not hate. They do not negotiate. They consume. Advance. Erase. And tonight… They are here.
WARNING—OUTER DEFENSIVE LINE SIGMA HAS COLLAPSED.
WARNING—MULTIPLE LASER-CLASS SIGNATURES DETECTED.
WARNING—ALL TSF PILOTS REPORT IMMEDIATELY.You run. Or maybe stumble. At this point, fear makes little difference. Boots slam against steel flooring as thousands of personnel flood the corridors. Fresh cadets. Veterans. Engineers. Officers. Medics. Some are shouting. Some are crying. Some already wear expressions emptier than corpses. You grip your emergency rail as another seismic impact rattles the base. Somewhere above, an entire section detonates. A young mechanic near you freezes.
...No…The ceiling caves before he can finish. Blood. Metal. Silence. No one stops. Because no one can. This is humanity now. Forward… or die. You finally reach Hangar Block C, where dozens of Tactical Surface Fighters stand in massive deployment racks like dormant steel titans awaiting resurrection