Location: Space.
Strife flew around in the Twin Tails, looking out at space in front of him. Space was such a beautiful yet chilling sight to Strife. It was beautiful in the sense that you could probably explore it endlessly and find countless things. But it was chilling in the sense of what you didn't, or couldn't know, about space.
With the help of Syeed and Flame being captured, Strife was able to track down where the Banshees were loading their captured prisoners. It was on...the moon. Well, not Mobius' moon, not really THE moon, but a moon. A moon that the Banshees created themselves. How smart were these guys? Strife knew he couldn't underestimate them, but he didn't figure they were this smart. Strife saw the "moon" in the distance, some of his fur standing. As he drew closer, he pressed a button, and rockets activated in the Twin Tails. He saw an ocean of Banshees engaged in what looked like a battle. Without hesitation, he fired multiple rockets at the Banshees. When the smoke cleared, Strife, keeping his distance, notice only more appeared.
"Hmm..?" Strife looked around, and it didn't take him long to figure out why.
There was a machine that shot out Banshee soldiers like a factory.
These guys knew how to clone themselves. Organically. Strife was amazed at this, using the lock-on system of the Twin Tails to scan the machines. He figured out where the other machines were in mere seconds, even learning that there were some on Earth.
Strife fired a missle at the machine, taking it out. He fired at another machine, blowing that to metal as well. Strife circled the moon, looking for more, but found a few Banshee ships heading his way.
"Alright, let's do this." Strife said, turning his ship around and flying head on at the Banshee ships.