The world of Gamindustri is a strange place. Four nations exist in this world; Nintendo, Sony, SEGA...

Looks like I have to repair the fourth wall already. Regardless, the nations in this world are Lowee, Planeptune, Lastation, and Leanbox. Each nation is ruled by a corresponding CPU, CPU White Heart, CPU Purple Heart, CPU Black Heart, and CPU Green Heart respectively.

Years ago the four nations fought in a great war, the Console War, a war that took a great toll on the world. The war had ended, but each nation still maintained standing armies in case another were to break out.

Our story begins in Lastation, ruled by CPU Black Heart.

Lastation's standing army was not exactly large, infact it could even be considered rather small compared to the militaries of nations such as Leanbox (god dammit Call of Duty). Instead, Lastation had the world's biggest border patrol. Purely a defensive force, the Lastation Border Patrol could vary much substitute as an army when needed. But, during these peaceful times, the Border Patrol's main duty was to, well, patrol borders.

One large organization within the Border Patrol was the Foreign Legion. Made up of both foreign volunteers and illegal immigrants, the Foreign Legion was one of the most expendable units within the Border Patrol. Fortunately there weren't any full scale engagements that would illustrate the High Command's way of treating the Foreign Legion, but a number of small skirmishes were enough for some people. In all such skirmishes, the Foreign Legion was sent first, to attract enemy fire and get torn apart as other units complete their respective missions.

So when Belri Yudintsev joined the Foreign Legion, he knew what to expect.

Lowee-Lastation border, 0840 hours

Belri Yudintsev yawned. It was boring. Join the Border Patrol, they said. See the world, they said. Nothing could be further from the truth. Despite the rivalry of the two nations, the Lowee-Lastation border was perhaps the most peaceful border in history.

A tap on Belri's shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.

"Hey Yudintsev," said a fellow patroller, "we got a job."

"By 'job' do you mean 'sit around and do nothing' job or a 'pew pew bang bang' job?"

"I mean the shooting kind of job." Belri raised his eyebrows.

"That can't be good," he said. Belri grabbed his rifle and ran to the nearest combat car. There were already a few people in the car. Belri simply hopped onto the side of the car, gripping onto a railing.

"Hold on guys!" said the driver. He stepped on the gas, sending the car forward down the little hill the group had their camp on.

"What's going on!?" Belri shouted over the noise of the car's engine. The driver looked up from his controls.

"A hardware factory is under attack!" said he. "I heard the damage is extremely severe!"

As the car drove towards the factory, Belri could make out smoke rising from the building. There was a flash, and a massive explosion followed, causing some of the surrounding buildings' windows to shatter.

"What the hell was that!?" Belri exclaimed. A pair of wings burst out of the roof of the factory. A long, reptilian neck slowly followed.

"An Ancient Dragon!?" one of the men exclaimed. "How did it get all the way here!?"

"Nevermind that!" exclaimed Belri. There was a flash near the factory, followed by a massive explosion.

"But since when did an Ancient Dragon have big-ass laser cannons for arms!?"

The Dragon's head turned towards the car.

"Shit! It noticed us!"

"Fire!"

Belri's rifle crackled into life. So did everyone else's. The insides of the Dragon's arms began to glow brighter. Suddenly, with a blinding flash, beams shot straight towards the combat car. The driver made a hard left, dodging the first beam, but was not as lucky with the second one. With a scream, one of the men was melted off the car, along with the laser turret he was manning.

There was a loud screeching noise. Belri looked up, and found multiple missiles heading for them.

"Look out!" he exclaimed.

The driver had lost his luck.

"But onee-chan," complained a girl with a railgun, "Can't we just let the Border Patrol handle this?"

"What are you talking about Uni!? If I let this situation go, my shares will go down!" another girl with white pigtails replied.

An explosion rocked the ground ahead of them.

"Oh no…"

"GO GO GO GO!" one of the patrollers shouted. The survivors from the car ran towards the factory buildings. The dragon, now busy with some other pest, did not notice them as they ran inside one of the buildings.

Inside the building, a few other soldiers were inside as well as some security personnel from the factory. There was an explosion outside. A building was blown apart as men and body parts rained from the sky.

"DAMMIT ALL!" one of the soldiers yelled. He smashed a window down and began firing at the dragon.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Belri exclaimed, "Don't give away your position…!"

There was a massive explosion. Screams filled the building as a beam struck the inside and the building started to collapse.

Belri rushed out of the building, only to be blown off his feet by a missile. He hit the wall of the next building, hard. He felt something crack. As he collapsed onto the ground, his left arm landed at an awkward angle. He felt another crack.

The pain overwhelmed him. It was all he felt. Belri's vision began to blur. A soldier noticed him and began to run up to him, only to be obliterated by a laser. More missiles streamed onto other buildings, sending more men into the air. Belri couldn't think straight. Why did this dragon have built-in missile launchers anyway? Did such a monster exist?

The Dragon turned to face Belri. Its mouth began to glow.

Suddenly there was an explosion on the dragon's head. The Dragon screeched in surprise and turned to face its new adversary. Belri could not believe his eyes.

CPU Black Heart had arrived.

Author's notes: Hello I'm Karl the Arty! Welcome to my first Hyperdimension Neptunia fanfic! Please enjoy.

Please review , it keeps me writing more.