The scene switch to Base Genesis. The war room glowed with tactical displays of galaxies and star systems, commanders and admirals gathered around the central table. The air was calm—until the doors burst open.
A young soldier stormed in, panting, his armor scuffed as if he had sprinted through the halls.
"COMMANDERS!" he shouted. "Eryndor Prime is under attack!"
The room froze.
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The Questions
General Shepherd slammed his hand down on the table. "By who? Another alien strike?!"
Admiral Veylen leaned forward, his voice sharp. "The Typonians again? Seeking revenge?"
The soldier shook his head, his voice trembling.
"No, sir... not aliens. Humans."
Gasps filled the room.
"Humans?" Shepherd's brows furrowed. "What do you mean humans?"
The soldier's eyes widened with fear as he forced the words out.
"Some wear armor—black with sickly green and crimson patterns. Their helmets glow crimson red. They kill everyone in their path with fanatic laughing, uncanny, savage like animals. They even kill their own by accident and laugh it off! Some doesn't wore armor, as some dressed up like civilians and ambush everyone Sir... their smiles are fanatic uncanny too! they're monsters."
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The Realization
Silence. Heavy. Crushing.
Then Admiral Veylen's eyes widened with horror. He slammed his fist on the table.
"It's them... It's those damn Frenzies!"
Another commander muttered, pale. "Frenzies? No... you don't mean—"
"Yes," Shepherd said grimly, his voice low. "The Frenzy Nihilist Organization."
The room fell silent again. Everyone knew the name. Whispers of an underground human faction, long thought myth, too horrific to be real. Fanatics who worshipped destruction itself.
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Orders
Shepherd stood tall, his voice sharp as steel.
"Deploy troops immediately! Eryndor Prime is not falling. Evacuate civilians, secure the city, and crush these fanatics before they spread further."
He pointed to the soldier who brought the news.
"Move, Marine. Sound the alarm. This is not a drill."
The soldier snapped a salute, voice steady now. "YES, SIR!"
He stormed out, the heavy doors slamming shut behind him.
The war room pulsed with red lights as alarms blared across the base.
The FNO had revealed themselves.
And the UNE had no choice but to face them.
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The camera cut from the war room to the burning streets of Eryndor Prime.
The FNO moved in packs—black armor streaked with crimson and sickly green, helmets glowing with those crimson gas-mask eyes. Their rifles barked in wild bursts, cutting down civilians, UNE patrols, and even their own comrades without hesitation.
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The Chaos Unleashed
One Frenzy trooper kicked over a food stall, dragging the screaming vendor out and firing point-blank into the crowd. He threw his head back and laughed, voice distorted through the helmet.
"THIS IS FREEDOM!!"
Another Frenzy slammed a capsule into the ground. It cracked open—and from the smoke crawled a grotesque abomination, a beast with four jaws and twisted bone-like armor. The creature screeched, tearing into civilians before turning on its own handler.
The Frenzy soldier cheered as the beast ripped him apart.
"YES! YES! HAHAHAHA! EMBRACE CHAOS!!"
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Fanatic Madness
POV cut—
A Frenzy's helmet cam. The screen shook violently as he sprinted through the streets, shooting wildly, voice screaming through his comms.
"FRENZY—WE ARE HAPPY! WE ARE FREEEEE!!"
The view whipped sideways, showing other Frenzies dancing in circles around burning vehicles, spinning and laughing hysterically. One was torn apart by a summoned monster—yet the others cheered, clapping like it was a celebration.
Another Frenzy spun in place, arms raised as fire and blood rained down.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DEATH IS THE ONLY TRUE LIBERTY!"
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Closing Beat
The camera panned out—
Eryndor Prime's once-bright city now drowned in smoke, fire, and grotesque shadows. The FNO filled the streets like a plague, their laughter echoing across the chaos.
For the UNE Marines, the war with the Typonians had been survival.
But this... this was something different.
This was madness given form.
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The streets were hell. Fire roared from collapsed towers, grotesque monsters prowled through smoke, and Frenzies ran rampant, their crimson visors glowing like devils in the dark.
Jin and the squad sprinted, weaving through alleys, dragging survivors with them. Jin's mind wasn't on tactics—it was on his family.
"God, please let them be safe," he muttered under his breath, voice cracking. Jerome, running beside him, clenched his fists. "Same here... if they touched my family..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
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Asura Takes Point
Up front, Asura didn't waste words. He blink-stepped into a cluster of Frenzies, his stolen G-40k pistol firing sharp and controlled. Three dropped instantly.
He stepped over their corpses, picked up one of their assault rifles. The weapon was jagged, darker than UNE's sleek AR-90k — its design raw, brutal, streaked with stripe crimson line. It almost looked like the G36C rifle but far sci fi futuristic like, humming faintly with unnatural energy.
Asura didn't care. He racked it, aimed, and started firing.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
Each burst shredded through Frenzies and grotesque creatures alike.
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The Squad Arms Up
Marco grabbed another fallen Frenzy rifle. "Damn, these things are ugly—but they WORK!" He fired into a monster's skull, chunks spraying across the pavement.
Raul snagged one too, grinning like a maniac. "Ohhh, baby! Time to give these psychos a taste of their own firepower!"
Min-seo and John picked up rifles as well, adjusting to the heavier recoil instantly, moving with the precision UNE training drilled into them.
Jin reluctantly took one too. His hands shook, but when a Frenzy lunged at a mother and child, he didn't hesitate—he fired, dropping the attacker cold.
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The Push Forward
Together, the squad advanced street by street, firing in bursts, blink-stepping between cover, dragging civilians out of alleys and ruined shops. Jerome nearly collapsed with relief when he pulled a little girl—looking like his sister—from under a burning cart.
"MOVE! KEEP MOVING!" Asura barked, calm but sharp.
They weren't UNE elites. They weren't veterans.
But they were Marines now—
and they were the only thing standing between innocent lives and total slaughter.
-
Bullets screamed. The squad stumbled back, battered, blood streaking across their uniforms. Even Asura, who always seemed untouchable, was clutching his side where a Frenzy's blade had slipped past his guard.
"BEHIND THE BUS!" Raul shouted, dragging Marco with him. They all slid into cover behind a massive transport bus, its reinforced hull shielding them from the hail of fire.
QC bullets sparked harmlessly against the metal.
Everyone was breathing heavy. Jin's knuckles were white as he gripped his stolen rifle. Jerome wiped blood from his lip, his face pale but burning with anger. Min-seo was quiet, his hands steady as he reloaded.
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The Name Revealed
For a moment, silence between shots. Then John finally spoke, his voice low but clear.
"These guys... they're FNO. The Frenzy Nihilist Organization."
The others froze.
Raul blinked. "Wait—what?!"
John's gaze was steady. "You all learned about them in school. History lessons right?"
And suddenly—it clicked.
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The Memory
Flashes ran through Jin's mind. He was younger then, sitting in his classroom. The teacher had spoken in a hushed voice:
"The Frenzy Nihilist Organization. A human faction born from madness. Their creed: to embrace chaos, reject order, worship destruction as freedom. They are not loyal to planets, to people, or even to each other. They kill, destroy, and laugh... even at their own deaths."
He remembered thinking it was just propaganda. Just a story to scare kids.
But now... here they were. Real. Laughing, bleeding, tearing the city apart in front of him.
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Back to Reality
Jin's stomach churned. Raul slammed his fist against the bus. "You mean these psychos were REAL this whole time?! They TEACH us this in school like some horror story—and now we're fighting them?!"
Marco shook his head, face pale. "No wonder they're so strong. They've been waiting for this."
Asura, still clutching his wound, raised his rifle calmly. "Doesn't matter. Story or not... we stop them here."
The others nodded, tightening their grips on their rifles.
Behind them, the bus shuddered under another wave of Frenzy fire.
Ahead, the chaos screamed on.
This wasn't a history lesson anymore.
It was survival.
-
Jin leaned from behind the bus, covering fire snapping out of his rifle. He barely got three bursts off before—
CRACK!
A bullet tore into his shoulder. The impact spun him back, crashing against the bus.
"JIN!" Jerome shouted, grabbing him. Jin gritted his teeth, blood pouring down his sleeve. "I'm fine—just keep firing—!"
Before the panic could spread—roaring VTOL engines thundered overhead. Searchlights cut through smoke. The UNE had arrived.
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The Reinforcements
Hundreds of Marines stormed the streets, their AR-90ks spitting precise bursts. Combat drones zipped overhead, laying down suppressive fire. Mechs stomped through alleys, their cannons shredding Frenzy lines.
A soldier slid into cover by Jin, pulling out a stim shot injector. Hiss— the serum surged through his veins. Jin gasped, his wound knitting, strength rushing back.
"You're good," the soldier said firmly. "Back on your feet."
Jin nodded, gripping his rifle again. "Thanks..."
Raul then said that they're also marines, "we're UNE Marines too! Rust Wolves squad. We're here on our military break non active service for a month! But didn't know we were about to get attacked like this!"
The marine then nodded, "Alright good, then you're helping us tonight."
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The Counterattack
The squad regrouped with UNE reinforcements, pushing forward as Raul blink-stepped across the street, managing to land a shot on one Frenzy soldier but that soldier didn't go down that easily.
But even with UNE firepower, the Frenzies refused to break. They laughed through wounds, charging head-on, countering tactics with uncanny precision. Their movements were sharp, surgical—trained.
One UNE Marine fell back into cover, eyes wide. "Sir—these guys fight like us!"
Another soldier shouted as he fired into a Frenzy squad. "Not just like us—they're as good as our elites!"
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The Shock
The words hit hard. The UNE prided itself on having the most dangerous human warriors in history. If the Frenzies were equal to the elites...
Raul froze mid-reload, swearing. "You gotta be kidding me—these maniacs are THAT good?!"
Marco fired wildly, shaking his head. "Bro—if they're elite level, how the hell are we supposed to win this?!"
John's expression hardened. "The same way we always do. Together."
Asura stood silent, reloading calmly, his eyes fixed on the battlefield. "Then we'll prove who's stronger."
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To be continued...