Camp Genesis. The war room's walls shook from distant artillery fire. Tactical maps flared red with markers of FNO presence spreading like wildfire across Eryndor Prime's districts.
General Shepherd stood at the central holo-table, knuckles white against its edge. Sweat beaded his forehead. Sergeant Drill Mason's usually booming presence was grim and silent.
Reports poured in.
"Sector 12 collapsed! Civilians lost!"
"FNO elites sighted in Sector 5! We've lost three companies!"
"Reaper's squad is pinned—repeat, Reaper is pinned!"
The room fell into chaos.
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The Breaking Point
Mason slammed his fist on the table. "Even Reaper can't hold the line? DAMN IT!"
An admiral barked, "Not surprising. The FNO are built to match us one-for-one. Their elites are trained to rival our very best!"
Shepherd's jaw tightened. His voice cut through the panic.
"Then we have no choice."
Everyone turned to him.
Shepherd's eyes burned with grim resolve.
"Call them in. The Confederacy of the Golden Sentinels."
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The Decision
A hush fell. The CGS.
The "Sentinel Knights."
An order the UNE rarely gave — admitting that even their own strength wasn't enough.
One admiral hesitated. "Sir, do you mean to—"
Shepherd cut him off. "Yes. Activate emergency protocol. Transmit priority one distress to the Confederacy. If anyone can go equal with the Frenzies in raw combat, it's them."
Mason growled under his breath, then nodded. "As much as I hate to say it... he's right. If we don't call in the Golden Sentinels now, Eryndor Prime is gone."
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The Call Sent
The comms officer's hands shook as he typed the override codes. A golden emblem pulsed onto the war room display — a sentinel's head crowned with wings. Transmission beams shot into deep space, carrying the distress signal across UNE's networks.
"Message sent. CGS will receive within seconds, sir."
Shepherd stared at the emblem as if praying.
"God willing... they answer."
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Closing Beat
The room fell quiet except for the hum of the comms.
Outside, the city burned, Frenzies laughed, and Marines screamed.
The UNE's pride had bent.
Now it prayed the Golden Sentinels would descend.
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Far across the stars, in the gilded halls of a gleaming citadel, the Confederacy of the Golden Sentinels received the UNE transmission.
The moment the distress signal lit their consoles, the entire command chamber fell silent. Then their admiral stood, his voice ringing like thunder:
"UNE is under siege. Eryndor Prime bleeds. The Frenzies reap chaos.
No more. Not on our watch. No civilians shall die this day."
Golden and white accent-armored and helmet Sentinel soldiers saluted in unison, their voices a single echoing roar. Their glowing golden AI Visor that shaped like a legendary knight!
Their standard rifle is white and gold with some stripe golden line. Their rifle is called the (Skar-S) resemble the Scar-H, but more sci-fi and advanced looking.
Their Elite Units or known as the Royal Angelic Sentinel has a golden crest cape behind them, that stretches all the way down near their foot half way.
"FOR THE SENTINEL CONFEDERACY! FOR HUMANITY!"
"AND WE ARE?!"
"WE ARE THE GOLDEN ORDER, WHO ESTABLISHED ORDER AND ERADICATE THREATS!" As they chanted their infamous lingo.
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The Mobilization
Within minutes, shining carriers roared to life. Their hulls shimmered white and gold under the light of distant suns, each emblazoned with the Sentinel insignia — a golden knight's head crowned with radiant wings.
Mechs larger than towers were deployed, glowing with radiant engines. Infantry squads marched in perfect unity, clad in armor that gleamed like holy plate — sleek, knight-like exosuits with flowing white and gold accents.
Every step carried a vow: protect the weak, shield the innocent, destroy the corrupt.
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The Command
The CGS admiral raised his hand.
"Plot course for Juno's system. Destination: Eryndor Prime.
Deploy in full force. Arrival in ten minutes."
The room echoed with final words, spoken like scripture:
"No life shall be taken. No child abandoned. No Frenzy spared."
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Back at Eryndor Prime
The comms in Camp Genesis lit up. A voice, calm yet resolute, cut through the chaos of alarms and reports:
"This is the Confederacy of the Golden Sentinels. Hold ten minutes, UNE brothers. Reinforcements are en route. Ten minutes."
In the burning streets, Jin's squad, Reaper, Hunter, Hudson — every Marine who heard the transmission — felt a surge in their chest.
One marine shouted, "hey guys! The CGS are going to arrive here within ten minutes! So hold ground!"
Raul grinned through blood. "TEN MINUTES?! Ha! We can hold that long!"
Marco spat, raising his rifle. "Yeah — bring it on, freaks! Wait who's the CGS?"
Another marine responded, "The CGS aka the golden boys is what we UNE Soldiers like to call them! Pretty sure y'all heard of them during boot camp training right?!"
Raul then realize and hand flash back of Drill Sergeant said something about the CGS Golden boys. "Oh yeah I remember now! Haha! These guys are the so called justice God's knights and angels right? Protector of the innocent or whatever."
The marine nodded, "Yeah!"
Even Asura's stoic face flickered with something rare.
Hope. As the CGS could come and save the day.
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Closing Beat
Ten minutes.
The difference between annihilation and salvation.
The UNE would hold.
The CGS was coming.
And when they arrived, the Frenzies would meet the full wrath of the Golden Sentinels.
-
The streets of Eryndor Prime were rivers of smoke and fire. Gunfire echoed from every direction, screams mixing with maniacal Frenzy laughter.
Jin's squad huddled behind a shattered barricade, rifles blazing. But unlike the veterans around them—they weren't in UNE armor. Just fatigues, helmets, and grit.
Every second was a gamble with death.
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The Struggle
Jin leaned from cover, firing bursts until his rifle clicked empty. He cursed, slamming in another mag. Across from him, Raul blink-stepped, slamming a Frenzy into the wall—but took a blade across his thigh in return. He staggered, blood spraying, but still grinned.
Jerome screamed as he was thrown to the ground, blood soaking his side where a Frenzy blade had pierced him. John dragged him back, firing his pistol wildly—but John himself was clipped in the arm, blood pouring down his sleeve.
"Stim! Stim shots!" Marco shouted.
Min-seo shook his head, voice cracking. "We're out! We used the last on Raul!"
Silence.
Then Jerome groaned, clutching his wound. "We... we can't hold this..."
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The Death Around Them
All around, UNE troops were falling. Marines dragged comrades out of fire only to be cut down themselves. A mech exploded, its pilot screaming over the comms before silence. The Frenzies moved like shadows—equal in numbers, superior in savagery.
One UNE sergeant's voice roared over the chaos:
"HOLD THE LINE, DAMN IT! HOLD—"
His head was blown apart mid-sentence.
The line broke. Marines screamed, stumbling back.
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The Squad's Desperation
Jin ducked low, hands shaking, blood dripping from his shoulder wound despite the stim. His chest tightened. His mind flickered to his family, praying they were safe.
Asura fired relentlessly, his face calm even as a blade sliced across his cheek. He didn't flinch. "Stand. Together. Don't fall."
Raul barked out a laugh, even through pain. "Ten minutes, right?! EASY—" he was cut off, coughing blood.
Marco reloaded, his hands trembling. "This isn't easy, man! We're dying out here!"
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Closing Beat
The squad was on their last legs. No stim. No armor. Surrounded.
The Frenzies laughed louder, their crimson visors glowing through the smoke, closing in like wolves on cornered prey.
And in that moment—
Jin realized ten minutes might as well be an eternity.
-
The street thundered with gunfire. Smoke, ash, and crimson tracer rounds tore through the night.
Reaper's squad had fought through hell before, but now—they were trapped.
Surrounded.
Frenzies laughed as they poured fire from every angle, rifles barking, grotesque monsters prowling at their flanks. The UNE Marines caught in the crossfire dropped one by one, blood soaking the concrete.
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The Pin
Hudson roared, firing his AR-90k until its barrel glowed. Then—
CRACK!
A bullet tore through his thigh, spinning him to the ground. He gritted his teeth, propping himself up, refusing to stop firing.
"I'M STILL GOOD!" he yelled, blood spraying, "KEEP SHOOTING!"
Hunter vaulted cover, blasting a Frenzy off a rooftop, but another wave poured from the sewers, forcing him back into the circle.
Reaper's cloak flared as he blink-stepped, cutting down two enemies—but for every one that fell, five more pressed in.
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The Civilians
Then came the worst sight.
Through the smoke, the Frenzies shoved civilians forward—men, women, children—holding knives to their throats, rifles at their backs.
The fanatics laughed, pressing them ahead into the kill zone.
"COME ON, HEROES! SHOOT! HURT THEM TO GET TO US!" one Frenzy shouted, grinning beneath his mask.
Another pressed his rifle against a young boy's head, screaming:
"FREEDOM IS BLOOD! EMBRACE CHAOS! COME GET SOME YOU GREEN HOUNDS!"
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UNE Morality Tested
The Marines hesitated, rifles shaking. One lowered his weapon, eyes wide.
"They're using civilians as shields! We can't—"
Bullets tore him down mid-sentence.
Reaper froze in place, visor glowing. His voice came calm, but with a sharp edge:
"They're pure evil. Don't hesitate. Aim sharp. Protect the innocent—cut down the corrupt."
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Closing Beat
Gunfire erupted again, but the circle was tightening.
Hudson bled, Hunter raged, Marines screamed—
And through it all, the Frenzies laughed, red visors glowing as they pressed their hostages forward, taunting, savoring the moment.
This wasn't just war anymore.
It was a trial of the soul.
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To be continued...