"They invaded Korea in an attempt to destroy it. Instead, they unified it. It took a world-shattering event to unify the two warring countries, but in the end, we emerged stronger… hardened like steel, and honed like a sword! We are Koreans! Proud scions of a five-thousand year history… and we will endure!" -Kim Jang-Sung, in a speech commemorating the Anniversary of the Reunification of Korea, 2100

The year was 2075. On the coast of Korea, five miles from Kosong, a young army officer in a black suit of sleek, highly advanced armor was making his way through what had been confirmed to be a small base of Gwishin omnics, his twin jingums at the ready, dripping with oil that had moments before belonged to a rather large omnic… one of their sentries. He surveyed the area, the heads-up display in his helmet registering no active threats. His mission was simple: get in, secure the hostage, get out. He made his way toward what looked to be a command center. This seemed too easy…

"Halt!"

Jang-Sung turned towards the mechanical voice.

"Don't move, meatbag!"

"Where is Hana Song?"

The omnic's eyes glowed slightly brighter. "Hana Song… uh… that name does not compute… uhhh- die!"

Jang-Sung charged the machine, slicing it in half with one quick swing, and then ran into the command center, using the jetpack on his back to leap onto a balcony ten feet from the floor.

A door opened automatically, revealing a small group of omnics.

"I'm asking you one time. Where is Hana Song?"

"There are three of us," said one of the robots, "and only one of you."

Another spoke up. "If that's who I think it is… it won't matter."

"Let's tell him what we know. He looks very unhappy!"

"You bolt-brain! Then we won't have our information source anymore! How're we supposed to find out where M.E.K.A's hiding if he somehow manages to get her out of the basement?!"

"Way to go, moron…"

Jang-Sung ran out of the room.

"Get him!"

He turned, slicing through the first one with ease. The other two, having ganged up on him, were a bit more difficult to handle. He managed to block a few of their attacks before slicing another one's head clean off, oil spilling on the floor. From there, he made his way downstairs. When he got to the basement, he was faced with another omnic. Readying himself, he grinned.

"Hello, Kim Jang-Sung. I've been expecting you. My designation is Sentinel 3000."

Jang-Sung didn't let his guard down, but smiled. "You seem a lot friendlier than those other omnics upstairs."

"That is because I was sent here by the Korean government to keep an eye on these Gwishin. I take it the guards outside are spare parts?"

"Yes… but I have a question. Where is…"

"Hana Song will be in cell 4-12. We are on floor two. Floor four is below us."

"Great… more guards."

Jang-Sung and his new omnic friend managed to make their way to the fourth floor, or so it was called, undetected. The door to cell 4-12 was guarded by a huge omnic on three legs. In place of its right hand was a machine gun. A large hammer was in place of its left hand.

Jang-Sung chuckled. Oh… this would be fun. He activated a holographic display on his left wrist, and in a few seconds, "Korea Does What it is Determined to Do" was playing in his ears. He drew his Jingums, grinning.