Orange-colored tanks were blown to pieces as ominous, dark planes loomed above the gloomy skies. The ripped flag of the nation of Orange Star lies in tatters across the battlefield, its very soldiers running for their lives as black, automated tanks moved in and begun to sweep at them with swarms of machinegun bullets.

There was no way Orange Star could've won, if at all. The storm came unexpected, and all four nations were swiftly overtaken, their local authorities either dead or imprisoned by the storm that goes by the name of Black Hole.

This was Eon Land, the southernmost bounds of the oceans. Once a tropical paradise inhabited by millions of people, now reduced to an industrial wasteland as Black Hole pillaged its resources, and drains every last drop of its life. Turning Eon Land into barren deserts.

Place: South Vanguard Pass, deep in the mountains, Orange Star
Time: 15:45

"I'm sorry, Rig, but we're still regrouping our forces in Cosmo and Macro land as well, we're aware that Black Hole has invaded Eon, and our main attack force from Omega Land will arrive as soon as possible…but it's still going to take about two months to repair our losses…"

"Don't fret about it, Nell…we're short on numbers here, but we can hold on long enough."

"Are you absolutely sure? I thought Green Earth and Blue Moon's areas there have already been taken over…"

"That…is true, and I can't contact with any of their Commanding Officers, Yellow Comet is still putting up a fierce resistance…and we're still picking fights with Black Hole…either way, two months, is it? Alright, I just need to know that much, don't send me any radio transmissions unless you absolutely must…we have the danger of being tracked."

"Alright, Rig…good luck."

The man sighed heavily as he hung the speaker back onto the old radio device. His thick hands stroking across his messy black hair that was trimmed to be just above the back of his head, while covering his forehead completely on the front, he wore an orange pilot's suit, although the suit appears to not fit his size, and has blood stains and rips all over it. He pushed up his glasses from his greasy nose as he slowly climbed out of an Orange Star tank.

In the midst of the temperate forests were small numbers of vehicles, reconnaissance jeeps scattered under the cover of leaves and branches, while light tanks and a few Md. Tanks and Neotanks were hidden inside large bushes, the small number of troops in the forest were either lying lazily on the branches, or keeping a watch from the bushes leading out to the barren fields and the destroyed roads.

"Status report?" The Commanding Officer named Rig said as he slowly passed by a soldier, patting the man in the bushes on the helmet, the latter was holding a pair of binoculars in his hands, watching carefully as enemy APCs and unmanned Jeeps ran by, behind the vehicles were a group of alien-like Black Hole soldiers, their dome-shaped head looking around cautiously for any movement behind them.

"Supplies going to the Tonbo river pass…" Rig whispered as he snatched the binoculars over, peering in the glass towards the treads of the APC.

"Sir, how can you tell?" The soldier narrowed his eyes at the far-away enemy troops.

"This is the safest pass from our region to Yellow Comet…and the Yellow Comet Kaiho Sensen is still fighting there. They're holding back pretty well." The CO adjusted the binoculars, letting it focus even closer in an opening of the APC. "Fuel…and missiles."

"Perhaps they're planning to bombard the Comets, sir? Also…what's Kaiho Sensen?" The puzzled soldier gave his prediction as he stuffed more leaves onto his head, with his hand shaking fiercely trying to throw a beetle latching onto his gloves off.

"Oh, right, you don't understand Comet…Liberation Front, that's what it is." Rig smirked as he sunk his head below the bushes once more, and reappeared in front of the camp, walking as he patted twigs off his uniform, "Alright, soldiers, we got a party going today, get in your vehicles!"

"Sir, what are we facing?"

A red haired girl grumbled as she plopped her head from an Artillery's seat, her hair flowed down to her legs, and her apparently oversized tank top hanged loosely from her shoulders, she rubbed her delicate face as her hand slowly reached and turned the keys, the motor of her artillery began to run as it slowly drove forward.

"A supply group, seems like Black Hole are now transporting resources to the frontlines using vehicles as opposed to pipes…making us attack pipes when the supplies don't even go through them." Rig walked past the girl as he jumped onto a jeep slowly driving past, sitting in the side seat as he loaded his bazooka. "Fern, stay in the forests and listen to my command, fire when I tell you too."

Rig pulled out a radio and asked, looking at the supply slowly passing the abandoned checkpoint station of Vanguard Pass, "G4, are we ready to fire?"

"We're ready to give them a load of our ammo, sir!" The voice came from the radio had the sound of wind blowing by. "Good lord, big wind today at Vanguard Pass!"

"Alright, you guys know the routine. I showed you all where the fuel tanks for these Black Hole vehicles. Fire in one minute and forty seconds at them." Rig immediately switched to several more channels, issuing more orders to groups stationed around the mountains. It was only mere seconds before the operation is to be carried out.

"Five…four…three…two…one! Alright, G4. Fire at will, give them a good blow!"

The group of Mech Troops, classified as group G4 immediately unloaded a fury of bazooka fire and machinegun fire from the cliffs, sweeping down at the helpless soldiers of Black Hole, Recon jeeps and tanks came rushing out of the forests, trampling black hole soldiers as the soldiers of Orange Star drove through, giving the Recon Jeeps of Black Hole a good beating.

"…Sir, why are we even needed?" Fern's voice of concern came from the radio, she can see the butchering going on at the checkpoint station from her point, which was deep in the forests.

"Oh. R8, seen those enemy tanks yet?" Rig's confident reply came as his jeep made a crashing sound, the drivers even have the leisure of doing stunts as they chased down the Black Hole soldiers, running for their lives in their bulky suit.

"We see them clear, they're on the roads!" The captain of group R8 shouted as he prepared his bazooka. "A total of two units of tanks identified!"

"Good, don't bother firing then, you guys can't handle them…Fern…erm…H6." Rig pushed his hair back from his forehead, wiping off the oil he hasn't been able to clean off in days. "Fire in twenty seconds at the point I showed you last night. Don't hold back."

"Since when did I have to hold back, commander?" Fern sang slowly as she gestured towards the other members of her unit. "I've always been adept at fighting in and from the forests…all units, fire at will!"

In mere seconds, artillery shells rained from the skies as the Black Hole tanks were bombarded by them, one by one the tanks exploded, the explosions tipping other tanks off balance, soon, only a few tanks were still operable.

"Group Y7, R8…go in and smash them up." Rig lazily ordered as he pointed at the forests once more, immediately, the group of vehicles drove towards the opening path of trees, as the last recon jeep drove in, the trees closed behind them, not revealing a single part of the group's hiding place.

Meanwhile, the two Mech groups went in and promptly fired their bazookas at the remaining tanks, reducing them to scrap metal, while a few infantry units slowly dragged the APCs and tied up Black Hole soldiers into Orange Star's last standing headquarters in Eon Land.

"Alright, you boys…" Rig shouted as he knocked on one of the Black Hole soldier's glass helmets, "Diversion tactic, very brilliant if you ask me, who thought of it?"

"Er, er…we got new officers! It's not just our emperor anymore, ah…" The soldier stammered as an Orange star soldier knocked him on the helmet with his rifle.

"Oh? What are they capable of? What weapons do you guys have in your arsenal?" Rig flooded the soldier with questions, though his eyes quickly peered towards one of the meters within the suit.

"What is that?" Rig asked as he knocked on the alien's glass helmet, pointing at the meter.

"My…my…my air…meter…" The soldier struggled as he gasped for air, his alien-like mouth trying to put out his final words. In mere seconds, his body soon became dried out.

"Remote control…we're being tracked, aren't we?" The CO kicked the corpse as the radio on the now dead suit suddenly came live.

"Clever man, you are…the only battalion in Orange Star that scored countless victories against us, Black Hole Empire…I believe they call you people…56th Independent battalion? They also call you…Rig, the hope of Orange Star?" The cackling voice laughed.

"I take it you are Black Hole's new officer…and now you know exactly where I am?" Rig folded his arms and looked out of the tent. Silently gesturing sign language at the soldiers. Immediately, the troops began to pack up and get into their tanks and jeeps, silently driving out into the edges of the woods.

"Oh. Yes, I can see you people…so very clearly, yes." The voice chuckled even more, "I know exactly your whereabouts are…we're tracking you down to the brand of toilet paper you use."

"Well, that's not too surprising." Rig laughed as he slowly moved out of the tent, "Let's take this to the battlefield, shall we?"

"Oh, yes, not that it should be to hard for you to break out. You broke most of the local battalion…and there are no other available battalions in a twenty-kilometer radius, I guess I'll have to work with what I have as well, don't you say?"

No reply came, and the man laughed even more, "Alright, soldiers. We want them taken down, got it?"

"At once, sir Aquila!"

Place: Field east of South Vanguard Pass, Orange Star
Time: 23:30

Tanks slowly plowed through the crumbled buildings and destroyed roads as they slowly traveled down the pass, towards its exit. At the rear was Rig, still in his jeep, but now with a rifle in his hand as opposed to a bazooka. His eyes behind his night vision goggles quickly scoped through the forest behind him, the gunners of the jeeps had their guns pointed at the forests behind them, not willing to lose a moment, for any second can be their last.

Fern, who was now sitting at the gunner's seat of a tank, headed the front. Behind her were two artillery units, the artilleries slowly drove across the land, some of them driving backwards aiming at the rear of the group.

On the two sides of the mountains were squadrons of infantry and mech troops, marching in the caves and cliffs slowly while keeping a watch for enemy forces.

"The check point station was reduced to rubbles in our last run earlier today, sir…" The girl grumbled as her tank trembled violently, passing through the masses of rock and rubble. "We're going to take some time to pass through this place…not just some time, it'll take a good two hours before we can get across…and if we're attacked by the enemy…"

"Don't fret about it, Fern…we'll use the ruins to our advantage…what time of the day is it now?" Rig asked as he turned his head at the direction the group was heading towards and blindly fired a silent shot, a Black Hole soldier, dressed in all black fell off the road, dropping head-first into a puddle of mud.

"Night, sir…visibility is poor for us." The red-haired girl sighed as she adjusted her goggles, trying to gain a clear view in the darkness, she was glad the moon was out tonight, and the checkpoint station was painted completely white.

"If that supply team is what he describes as 'most' of the battalion…that means he probably doesn't have a thing left to actually see us…B7, get that rocket truck into those trees, H6, station the artillery behind the walls." The commander of the battalion swiftly ordered his troops as they readied slowly into place, the nightfall giving them perfect cover.

"G4, R8, Y7, see the enemies yet?" Rig said as he looked with his binoculars around the skies, "No aerial bombardment…good."

"We see them, sir, they got plenty of Md. Tanks...I say about three units, followed by…one reconnaissance jeep!"

"Retreat into the shadows. You lack the shells to penetrate any tanks above Md. Tanks…" Rig ordered as he looked at his hands. "Let them slowly close in on us…"

Black Hole's Md. Tanks slowly closed in from the still usable roads, the sound their treads make were close to the level of silent, had it not been the summer sound of cicadas echoing, Orange Star may not have seen them coming.

"Sir? What are your orders?" Fern looked slightly pale at the sheer amount of Md. Tanks moving in on them, although the automatic killer machines have not seen them, the amount of Neotanks and their own Md. Tanks will never stand a chance in a frontal assault.

"Their weird thing of a Recon's getting close to seeing us…B7, give them a load."

With that, a volley of rockets immediately flew into the air, throwing the Recon unit out of the battle as they exploded, one after the other.

"Not bad. Black Hole's shells…" Rig leaned on his left hand as he snapped his fingers at the Artillery, giving his orders as the Md. Tanks rapidly moved in, "H6, fire at those two units."

Immediately, the artilleries unleashed another shower of shells, bombing two of the Md. Tank units into submission. While Rig snapped his fingers at his own Md. Tank units, shouting, "Alright, J6, move in, finish those Tanks off, Neotank unit J7, go in and give that remaining, strong unit a good beating."

Tanks rolled in and fired their ammo at their enemies, the shells penetrating and exploding creating a fireworks show within the valley pass.

"Oh, and Fern…aim two meters to your left, and fire." Rig said in a sing-song voice as he picked off an escaping soldier of Black Hole, firing the bullet straight into the alien's head.

Without second thought, the girl unloaded a clip of bullets to her left, true to the commander's words, several Black Hole soldiers carrying bazookas fell to the ground cold.

"How did you…" Fern look in disbelief at her commander as he whistled leisurely, looking at their enemies being blasted off the planet.

"Common sense, Fern." Rig tilted his head backwards and looked at her, tapping the side of his head.

"Sir! No more units are coming this way, all enemies in this region has been defeated." A soldier ran by as they dragged whatever parts they can salvage, patching up their own tanks.

"Alright, troops, back to regular shift, I will debrief on the plan tomorrow, be ready on the move. Head off to sleep those who need it." Rig sighed as he leaned his head back, onto the seat of the now-empty jeep.

"…What do you want?"

"What are we going to do?" Fern's voice came from the driver's seat, her voice seemed softer than it was during the battles, her eyes gazing towards the moon.

"We have to keep moving…this place is too dangerous to stay, we must move into the Comets to assist the Kaiho Sensen…there is two more resistance groups here in Orange Star that are close, we will rendezvous with them as well." Rig looked at the girl, narrowing his eyes. "I know it's hard for you, just became a CO for two years or so. Then you get dragged into this war that only I should be fighting…"

"Don't say that, commander. I've made up my mind I'm following you till death the day you found me in the mountain passes." Fern smiled meekly as she stroked through her hair.

"I'll listen to that…" Rig yawned as his head drifted towards his seat, falling asleep.

"Good night, commander." Fern smiled as she jumped off the jeep and onto a tree, leaning on a trunk. "This is where we're supposed to sleep…"

-Name: Rig
-Army: Orange Star 58th Independent Battalion
-Profile quote: "Don't fret."
-Age: 21
-DOB: June 27th
-Hit: Tactics
-Miss: Stress
-Biography: Leader of Orange Star 58th Independent Battalion. Rig is always the one to make careful calculations and near flawless plans, although also adept in handling firearms and weapons, he has yet to be able to get into any serious relationship with women, and is still very much single, preferring work to anything else.
-Quotes:
"Chill out."
"Aim for the tank."
"One with power must use it wisely."
-Skill: Units consume half as much fuel day to day while moving, while enemy loses one fuel on all units each day.
-CO Power Meter: xxxxXXXX
-CO Power: Seeping Hole-Enemy fuel is decreased by one-fourth of its amount, while their fuel consumption every step moved is doubled.
-Super CO Power: Seeping Wreckage-Enemy will consume three times as much fuel every step moved, while every hit Rig's unit lands on the enemy will drain 7 fuel per hit.