"Sir, the Japanese base is now burning!"

"Yes, yes I see. But where is our signal to advance?"

The Filipino soldiers have just waited for the Paint Sub to soften up the enemy, and could see various explosions from their vantage point. They could hear the fire blazing loudly in the distance, intersped with intermittent gunfire and rocket barrages. They could see Wave-Force beams trading shots with each other wildly, and could feel the rough nanometal ash on their skin, making them cough and forcing them to put on their masks. After all, burnt nanometals might be carcinogenic, and no one would like to survive a war only to die of cancer shortly after.

A few Japanese stragglers crawled out of the hellhole that was once their base, right into the layers of entrenched Filipino soldiers whose heavy machine guns quickly ripped through them, man and mecha. The other Japanese troops, shipped all the way from the other parts of the Philippines surviving raids, now lay very, very dead, killed by their comrades' weapons. Meanwhile, under the burning ground where his base once existed, Dr. Saiko has just put the finishing touches on his new project. He then grabs the intercom, announcing to all of the Japanese soldiers in his base.

"All troops, converge at the plaza at...immediately."

From the other side of the intercom he could hear flames, and sporadic gunshots. He then activates his above-ground camera, and from the view he could see that either his camera fell to its side, or the aboveground suddenly tilted.

"Wow, I just leave you Japanese grunts for three months to defend the base, and now you spontaneously combust? Well, doesn't matter, this new project of mine shall bring great honour to the Emperor, and to me for doing so! Now, Yuriko, will you be so kind as to wear this Strong Homogenous Residual-Interactive Neutron Kinetic-ated Terror Drone as you would a hat? Don't worry, its debeaked. It won't hurt at all...I hope."

It was Dr. Saiko's personal pet project. He was to link up Yuriko's mind to massive banks of Nanotech Mainframes, all hidden underground, to help her coordinate her control of her soil-Yurikoes, allowing her to summon more of them. Much, much more of them. The S.H.R.I.N.K.-Beamed Terror Drone, on the other hand, was there due to its neuronal interface capabilities. Still, despite the perceived superiority of Imperial neuronal interface technology, Dr. Saiko still insisted on using the Terror Drone for neural interfacing due to a number of reasons, one of which was that it was found lying around uselessly as scrap, unlike its Imperial counterparts which were in very high demand for repair and maintenance of the mechas. Besides, it would be quite dishonorable to use the Emperor's military assets for just a simple pet project. Still another reason to use the Terror Drone was that it used a simpler, more primitive code that he found easier to comprehend somehow.

The shrunken Terror Drone was fitted on Yuriko's head, the mechanical arachnid interfacing with her psionic brain. Suddenly a surge of massive processing potential made everything clearer to her.

"Now Yuriko, try to form something out of that pile of soil up there."

Yuriko focused on a piece of soil shown on the tipped above-ground camera. Normally by herself she would strain herself to mold that into a vaguely humanoid shape, and even in her drug-addled state she would still take a few seconds to form a soil version of herself, and even then only a mere hollow shell of soil formed at her image at that. Now with the computing power of buildings' worth of mainframes, she was able to even form internal organs. However, she still couldn't make a perfect carbon copy of herself despite all modifications because her psychic brain is, like that of ordinary humans, rather lacking in sensory presence; there is not enough sensory receptors at the brain to be able to psionically recreate it accurately, thus greatly hindering her potential to create self-replicating copies of herself. Simply put, she still has to control all of her soil-Yurikoes; certain tasks are just merely delegated to the mainframes.

From the soil shown in the videocam, two soil-Yurikoes suddenly emerged. Each with their eyes, providing Yuriko with a proper view of the ground above the laboratory, she could see more soil and other easily-moldable material. Another, and then another soil-Yuriko formed in quick succession, until a platoon of these soil-based psionic warriors were formed.

The Filipinos finally received the signal to advance. Martel tanks advanced, with soldiers wielding carbines carabinered to the hull, advanced first, while Constables marched on behind, lugging their machine guns while sweeping the terrain with their old bolt-action rifles the Philippine Constabulary resurrected from stock. Their only compensation for being equipped with visibly aged weapons was that those very rifles were the stock rifles for practicing rifle drills, marksmanship, and squad tactics, meaning that the Constables are quite proficient with their post-Great War I rifles. The extra strength and range provided by these antiques compared to their more modern counterparts also didn't hurt the decision of the Philippine Constabulary to use these rifles again. But then, this meant little when the Constables encountered the company of soil-Yurikoes who are now juggling the lead tank of their attack.

"Don't deploy your machine guns! Shoot them from range!"

Seeing that her creations are being sniped, Yuriko suddenly summoned a bunch of soil-Yurikoes at the line of Constables, lifting one after another, disrupting the formation of Constables.

"Ahrg, where are they coming from? W-whoa, oh no you won't take me up there alone eh!"

Constable Cojuanco suddenly grabbed a soil-Yuriko by the neck as he was being psionically levitated by other soil-Yurikoes. With his body being ripped apart, he then broke the neck of the duplicate Yuriko with his dying breath. Other Constables were forced to bash the skulls of the duplicates with the butts of their rifles, leaving the rest to conduct a fierce fighting retreat with their machine guns against an increasing horde of psionic duplicates.

"Command, we can't hold 'em! Pull back, pull back!"

Despite the brave efforts of the Philippine Constabulary, they could not dislodge the Japanese threat at the south. Knowing full well that the battleplan was to crush Japanese forces in the south so as to defend northern Philippines from the troops shipped aboard the Battlebase Chrysanthemum, the Constables' mood sank as they notified high command, while running away for dear life, that it was an impossible task, what with all those Yurikoes now tearing up southern Luzon.